Is it true that most people don’t know what they’re good at? That’s interesting. Maybe I can help.
I may not be the world’s best expert, but I’m good enough to enjoy writing, programming, drawing, and speaking. I’m good at being happy. I’m getting the hang of drawing and gardening. I’m starting on carpentry. I’m good at picking up new ideas and making connections.
It reminds me of how in improv comedy, my classmates struggled to fill two minutes with a list of things they loved. Me, I hardly paused for breath.
I might have figured out something here that I can help other people learn.
My mom tells this story about when she came across me reading a book far beyond my age. She asked me if I understood it. I said that I didn’t understand it the first time around, but I knew that if I kept reading it again and again, I would eventually understand it.
Maybe I’m good at figuring out what I’m good at because I give myself permission to be bad at things.
Maybe my life is filled with experiences, people, and things I love because I not only work on shaping my life, but adapting to it. (It took a while to get the hang of seasons, for example.)
I wonder what I’m doing right and how I can share it with others.Short URL: http://sachachua.com/blog/p/7201