I was just hacking around the golf course the other day when I realized a very inconvenient truth: nothing comes easy to me. I have met people in my lifetime who have a touch to do something wonderfully the first time . . play golf (ARG &#), give speeches, speak French (ARG ARG *$#), meet strangers and remember their names, fly airplanes . . . not me. Every one of those things made me work, sometimes hard . . for a lot of years!
I have consoled myself with the thought that there is something that I am good at, and when I discover what that is, I will be living in a world of plumeria flowers, vanilla ice cream and heated water beds (yes, I am still stuck in the 80’s). Until then, however, I am going to have to be satisfied with having to work really hard for whatever I want to accomplish.
One thing I have noticed along the way is that those who were good at something instantly, never seemed to capitalize on their gifts. They never seemed to become ‘very good’ or become a god-on-earth, which seemed to be their lot in life considering from whence they started.
Now, I don’t know why that is . . I am still a journeyman at trying to figure out life. That didn’t come easy either. I’m still trying to figure out how to write.
Well, I have to go. I have a lot of things to work on if I want to pass from journeyman to lower-level mediocre being. But, soon! 😊