Things I Can Do

Once upon a time, I wrote a post listing a great quantity of things I can't do. That post was very fun to write, and I had a grand time reflecting on my inability to unicycle or parallel park. Today, however, Helen at I Will Bloom asked the question, "What are you excellent at?"

Semi-unrelated picture, just because I like this photo. But also, I can read quickly anywhere and anyhow. I've finished 10 books during our trip here, occasionally while being jumped on my small children. 

My answer?

I'm very, very good at strategically and creatively combining seemingly random ingredients gathered from a sparsely-stocked kitchen into a delicious meal.

I have a talent for writing.

I am surprisingly skilled at finish-construction jobs, including roofing, vinyl siding, and exterior/interior painting.

I am a confident public speaker.

I am excellent and throwing junk away. I could never be accused of being a stuff-hoarder.

I'm talented at school--especially as a student, but I'm finding, over the past year, that I actually really enjoy and appreciate being on the other side of the teacher's desk, too (metaphorically speaking, because in any class of mine, you will rarely find me behind the desk).

Regardless of the unusual way I dress, I think I'm a pretty good style-adviser for others. Whether hair or clothing, I take a combined approach of "If you really love it, wear it, whether or not it's cool." AND, when requested, can offer suggestions tailored to face shape, hair type, height, and natural colors.

Going off of that, I'm speedy at haircuts and updos, especially for curly hair.

I throw a really good party--if, by 'really good party' you mean a party involving lots of delicious food and a plethora of activities and games for guests.

I'm awesome at waking up in a good mood really early in the morning. My family has always described me as "jumping" out of bed each morning.

Possibly related, I can fall asleep quickly and easily, even in uncomfortable conditions (i.e. a twin bed shared with the husband in a hostel in a scary part of Hong Kong). I used to be able to fall asleep on a ceramic tile floor, no pillows or blankets needed, but I might not be quite that tough anymore.