Skill sets

Like a friend says, "I can't be good at everything" and it is true. Who is perfect?

I started teaching a class last week. When writing on the board I apologized up front to my students and let them know, I have terrible handwriting. Also, I can't really spell, so "Go ahead and shout out errors so I can fix them as I go."

Math is another area that isn't a strong one for me. I often use the calculator built into the computer for assistance with the most basic calculations. Also, I'm not good with details. I don't really care all that much unless it is something for my boss.

When I focus on that stuff it used to get me down, but now I take the wisdom of my friend, shrug my shoulders, and remember what things I do well, the passions I hold true, and the efforts that make a difference and move on.

The tidbits (and dissertations) of wisdom I've received from my women friends during my adult years could fill a huge bound stately book titled "How to get along, mostly very well by letting yourself be helped along by fabulous women when you need it and returning the favor when you can Volumes I, II and III" This book would be velvety red and have some wear from all those who needed to come and seek what it holds. Those of use who have lived these lives intertwined have smile and worry, but mostly laugh lines to show what we have gained and learned from these long sometimes twisting roads we have traveled during out time as friends.

We don't all possess all the talents and skill sets there are to be had, but we help balance, support, and love the beautiful flaws of our friends.