This prompt leaves me in a precarious position. Life’s cardinal rules, as drilled into my head by my Dad growing up, included always work hard, be friendly to people and never ever brag about yourself. Well that’s actually just three out of probably at least ten. But the no bragging stands out to me this morning.

I think we live in a world now where self awareness is key to healthy relationships but it was not so in the eighties and early nineties, when I was coming of age. (Or at least not in my house.) Hence prompts like this, asking you to list things you’re good at. Also, interview questions over the last fifteen to twenty years, usually involved “tell us your strengths”. So it is for sure something to be aware of, personally for me though, it’s tough. My description in my bio is a testament to that, “amateur writer, decent mother, so-so girlfriend, professional coffee drinker and happily unsatisfied searcher of more”.

The only credit I give myself is with my love of coffee, and that’s not actually a skill. Most of the time my partner makes the coffee anyway.

So let me think. I am okay in the kitchen, I’m a proficient cooker and baker of things. My motto is “measuring is overrated” and I choose to just guesstimate for the most part.

Driving came natural to me, from the ripe old age of nine when my Dad required my help driving various vehicles and machinery on the farm. I don’t know why or how but it just came natural. It just made sense.

I am good at communicating with people and explaining things. At the sake of sounding boastful, I think I’m articulate, maybe? There’s nothing that drives me crazier than listening to someone explain something and they leave out first of all, what it is they’re explaining and they just dive into the instructions. Then they leave out every second part of the instructions and then they don’t explain WHY it’s being done the way it is. I pride myself on explaining things well. Maybe that’s why I love teaching.

Okay I’ve probably already said too much. Hopefully my Dad doesn’t read this. Just kidding, he won’t, my family doesn’t even know this blog exists or what WP is.