For your perusal, here’s a (partial) list of things I consider myself to be at least reasonably good at:

• Being a mom
• Writing
• Drawing/Painting/General Crafty and Creative Stuff
• Baking
• Yoga

And here’s a (partial) list of things I consider myself to be spectacularly bad at:

• Math
• Scrabble/Sudoku/Really, any sort of puzzle game
• Direction (Like, when I’m driving.  Or when it comes to knowing where I am. I’m not bad at taking direction.)
• Not taking things personally
• Healthy confrontation, or… any kind of confrontation
• Relationships
• Bowling
• Most sports
• Computer-y stuff beyond basic web-related stuff and Microsoft word
• Making fried eggs
• Keeping plants alive
• Snorkeling
• Skiing
• Talking on the phone
• Dealing with stress in healthy ways
• Public speaking, and really… speaking in general

A few initial questions (that aren’t really to be answered, but just put out there into the cosmic void);

Why is my “bad” list so much longer than my good?  Why could I have kept on going indefinitely for the bad, and had to really search and struggle to come up with the five on my good list?  Is this really how I view and quantify my skills or lack of skills, or are they being filtered through a veil of depression (I know the answer to that)?  Does it really matter if I’m not good at bowling?  Do I have to be good at everything?  Who said I had to be good at everything, and why did that carry on into adulthood?

I have a point here, but it’s lost in a cloud of physical and mental fatigue at the present time.  Part two, tomorrow.