I have been challenged by another reader to come up with 10 things I am good at, and then to take them to heart and believe in myself. I have been staring at a blank screen for more than 20 minutes; it feels like being at a job interview, or as if I am writing a cover letter.
I do not want to come up with a list of sterile facts like “I’m good at the computer” or “I’m a loyal friend”…
My penmanship is horrible; I cannot read my own writing.
I am a terrible driver; once, my boyfriend at the time was driving behind me said, “You look like a drunk-driver from behind, what were you doing up there?”
I am reading several books and do not seem to have the ability to concentrate to finish any of them; even though I read East of Eden in three days.
I am a picky eater, I cannot stand for my food to touch on the plate, often requiring more than one plate for my meals; I even sometimes put ketchup on fish.
I am a horrible dancer, I have no rhythm.
Likewise, I am a horrible singer.
So, being good at something is entirely different from things that are good about me; I think I am stalling.
I am a good cook; I won a gourmet pizza contest once when I created a buffalo wing style pizza with blue cheese and buffalo wing sauce. I think I was a quarterly finalist; I won a cappuccino maker and 104 pizza crusts.
I am a good homemaker; I can cook, clean, sew, and am more than happy to do the laundry, dishes and housework. I have never been one to expect my other to come home and help if I am not working but they are. However, if I need to work outside the home, I am fine with that as well; I can still come home and take care of the house.
While I have many shortcomings, I am willing to continually work on them to improve. I can recognize what is wrong, and if not, am willing to listen to others; I progress and evolve through the years trying to become my better self.
I am an excellent student. I have always enjoyed learning; while I love school and the academic environment, I am a student of life and appreciate gaining knowledge through various means, reading, social connections, travel, or anywhere I can gain a little nugget of wisdom.
(This is getting to be quite a challenge…)
I have an excellent memory; members of my family actually tease and make fun of me when we are together reminiscing about things. The big joke is about how I will remember the event, but in particular how I will always remember what I was wearing on the day it happened. Apparently some idiot savant quality.
My capacity to forgive is infinite; I have had more than one person comment about how angry they would be over this or that. Yet, I truly do not hold grudges or feel anger about things that have happened in my past. I feel hurt and sadness and I have deep scars as a result; but, mostly, I blame myself for things that have happened to me and I do not direct anything I feel onto anybody else. I am not certain if that is forgiveness exactly, because I never actually blamed them in the first place…
I am intelligent; I feel cocky writing this on here, but I am. Sometimes I make errors in my grammar and writing style, so you may not get the exact picture of my intelligence, but it is true. There was a time I had wonderful potential to do many things; however, life happens. I will just leave it there.
I suppose I am good at making others feel comfortable; I will give two examples. When others tell me stories, and they tell the same story they have told me before, I have never said, “Oh, you mean the story of XYZ that you just told me the other day.” When you say those words to somebody, it hurts, they feel as if you have burst their bubble to a degree, or you are impatient listening to them. It just happened to me the other day; who among us has not repeated a story?
Apparently, I am a good listener and people feel as if they can say anything to me; when I worked, co-workers would talk to me about everything, their troubles at work, at home, and about their personal lives. But, the best example I can think of is one evening I was out to dinner alone and then stopped off at the country club for a drink. A man approached me and started talking to me; he sat at my table and we started to chat, when I asked him what he did for a living, he responded, “I sell pornography and sex toys.”
We continued talking for a while, and then he said, “I have never told anybody that; I usually just say I sell computer supplies, but you are so easy to talk to. I have no idea what it is about you.” Later, I told my boyfriend about the experience and he reflected what many others have said about me, everybody seems to want to spill their secrets around me. I would never tell another soul anything they say, it is safe with me, and I would never judge.
(Oh my gosh! Two more to go… You try it… not so easy.)
Each day, I feel like I am good at writing. I know the difference between your and you’re, their, there, and they’re, our and are, and it’s and its. It seems as if I can evoke responses by what I write and sometimes inspire people to think.
I do not procrastinate, and I finish the things I begin; such as this list.