Inspired by my sister's recent post, "Permission to Say I Don't," I decided to finally declare the things I'm not good at. These are the types of things I spent most of my life being in denial about. Today, I'm standing up, saying, "You can't be good at everything, and that's okay." :)
I’m not terrible, but I’m not great either. I’m just good. Sometimes only okay. I think it really hit me the day that JD's London broil came out better than mine ever did. I should be thankful that I have a husband who’s willing to cook (and good at it too!) but in the moment, it burst the Betty Crocker view I had of myself. Looking back now, I’m glad that bubble was burst.
I was a dancer for 8 years and a cheerleader for 6. I’m coordinated, in-shape, and athletic, but I’ve never been good at team sports. Maybe it was the traumatic incident in 4th grade where I got wiped out by a kickball to the face, because every time I’ve tried to play something since then, I’m usually too distracted by the possibility of getting hitting in the face that I don’t try that hard.
Waiting patiently in a crowd
I don’t mind waiting in non-crowds. I once waited for 10 minutes in an Advanced Auto while the guy that was helping me was stuck on the phone, and it didn’t bother me at all. But I have personal space issues, and I hate being in crowded places where strangers are constantly touching me. Or waiting in line for something when the person behind me thinks that breathing down my neck will make the line move faster (Xmas shopping is the worst for this!).
Introduce yourself, and I will forget your name in about 30 seconds, not because I don’t care, but because I really just can’t remember. I remember faces very well, even people I haven’t met, like the man who worked at the grocery store by our old apartment and now works at my favorite salad place. I don’t know his name. I remember him as “Lowe’s Guy.”
I feel the tears coming on already. Call me a wuss, but I avoid confrontation like the plague. I once practically hung up on the cable company because they missed my appointment time and were making me reschedule. I felt myself starting to cry, and quickly set up the appointment so I could get off the phone.
My mom and sister got that gene. Even my stick figures are sad-looking.