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Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Three:  Sandpaper Castles

Wouldn’t it be interesting we all had one specific talent?  As much as we are told growing up that everyone has something they are good at, it would be nice if that talent was as obvious as fantastic football player, or wonderful painter, or articulate writer.  But no, talents come in all shapes in sizes (along with every other fairytale we heard from our guardians about bodies, personalities and the like) and those talents sometimes don’t surface for ages. 

I once started to get anxious that I would not be good at anything.  It was about halfway through highschool, and that panic settled in that when I was to apply for university there wouldn’t be anything but what I was interested in (English) but not that good at to take.  That panic continued, and stayed with me, and that fear drove me to try a whole bunch of things.  Try acting, directing, try writing, singing, composing, try running and jumping and try organising, leading, and eventually, about my final year of university,, I started getting award for Leadership and Determination (well, that’s what the award was in a nutshell, anyway) and it occurred to me that talents really do come in all shapes and sizes.  My talent had come in the form of being able to organise and be motivated to succeed.  That talent has helped me graciously in the other area’s that I am not the best at, because despite how confident I am in all other area’s I succeed most when I’m in my comfortable, organised zone.

I am fully aware that others around me, younger, older, etc. all find themselves lost in the way of talent.  I don’t think everyone has just one thing they’re good at, and that just contributes to how the world is unlimited and the possibilities are endless, but I am determined to continue searching for things I am good at.  It may not be the meaning of life, but it seems as though life becomes more enjoyable when I get more out of what I’m doing because I can do well at it.  So just keep doing things, don’t stop doing things just because you’re 38 and haven’t quite found the “one thing” you’re good at yet.  Jeez, what a pressure to find something so strict, so defined, as that golden agg of “one thing.”  Relax, you’re good at being you.

I’m so cheeseball today but in all reality I truly believe that as much as you look at yourself and think you’re not good at anything someone thinks you are, life is subjective, life defies definition, and that is such a wonderful, albeit confusing aspect of the un=tangible-ness of life.  I still wish I could be really good at making sand castles, or painting I’d love to be a fine artist, and yet other things have risen in my life that I’ve become better at.  What can ya do?

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