Does it ever just dawn on you that you are incredibly no one. Here I am, just a chick at my computer in San Francisco. Who am I? I am no one except to friends and family and people I work with. There is actually quite a bit of comfort in that thought.
Generally insignificant and fairly normal in the sense that there are millions of other people just like me out there in the world, doing their thing. I appreicate that non-famous people seriously outnumber celebrities. Just in case we need to take ‘em on.
