My special talents

During the date (okay biggest grin of my life on my face: ), we got to talking about special talents. At first, I only gave myself the worst poker face person. But after much thinking on it later, I discovered I had a slew of special talents. Which happens to tie into another conversation I had today with EFB about worth. Why is it easier to believe the bad? I was attempting to tell my friend just how good he truly is but I didn't seem to be getting anywhere with that. On the same vein, I blush like crazy whenever M. gives me a compliment. There were several yesterday. Which I haven't been thinking of all day... nope, not in the least (see, told I can't lie...see special talents to know what I am talking about)

So special talents... I have two magic tricks I am good at. One I learned from Dad, the other from a math professor at JU. I can rip a paper straw into little bits and put it back together again. I can also rub a coin into my skin. I can pirouette fairly well. I rarely loose my temper and if I do I usually stamp off instead of hurting the other person. Think of how many wars would be better if we stamped off to cool down instead of hurting other people. I am a good thinker. Rodin's guy had nothing on me. I can type fast. I can curl my tongue. I am a good tease, not the hurtful kind but the playful kind. I am quiet. It ties in quite well with the whole thinking thing. I am a good listener. I am a great dancer especially in the wee hours of the morning. I am honest. I can't lie to save my life. I can face paint. I even impressed the clowns at the branch birthday party. I breathe really well. All those years of practicing haven't been in vain. All these special talents... true, others can do them. But no one does it just like me.

I bet you all have special talents too. You never know when a special talent might come in handy.

Good night and practice, practice, practice... (and EFB, all the money in the world couldn't add up to what you are worth. Believe me)