How would you feel if someone described your work as mediocre? Hurt? Insulted? Angry? Originating from the Latin ‘medius’ (meaning ‘middle’) and ‘ocris’ (meaning ‘rugged mountain’), ‘mediocre’ has come to mean ‘middling, ordinary, unexceptional, run-of-the-mill, commonplace, not very good’. Even at its best, we consider ‘mediocre’ to mean ‘average’. But is being average so terrible? What if Good Enough was a Good Thing? What if being mediocre at many things was actually better than being brilliant at something?