Ordinary woman sometimes doing extra-ordinary things

When I start to believe that I am special snowflake (just as anyone else is btw), I hit into obstacles and then I/m humbled into realizing I am just and ordinary person.

But this is good. Why? Ordinary gets shit done.

Why do we get the shit done? Because we figure out that things don’t get done by themselves and that waiting for princes (or princesses) and heroes (heroins) only makes people getting old.