Trading in my C.S. Lewis for a blueberry

I feel funny. And i feel like no matter what I write, it will refuse to sound genuine. But I genuinely feel funny. And not funny - ha ha. Funny - queasy. I feel like I have done so little to live up to my potential.

C.S. Lewis was talking about how its not what you achieve in comparison to your peers, but what you achieve in comparison to what you had been given. That may be an uplifting thought in some cases. But I feel like for all intents and purposes I am doing fine by the standard of my peers. But I know what I have been given and I know what I have done with it and I know how weakly I measure up.

But what do you do?

Eat blueberries. Antioxidants. I hope they detox my soul too. Heaven knows I need it. And Salinger. Salinger = blueberries for the soul.