Sometimes you think you’re good at something but it turns out you’re not.
For example in your early 20’s you may or may not have been in a secret spy club with your friends (Yes, I am a nerd) and your spy name may have been Parker. This name provided to you based on your superior parking skills.
And then suddenly you parallel park outside a friends house with 2 wheels on the curb and you find this acceptable.
Or you made decide to shorten some curtains for a rental property. You however may not feel the need to measure them before cutting and the result being one of the curtains 20cm longer than the other.
I thought I was good at these things. I am not.
And then you have my nearly 5 year old son who when I explained to him that using the term “What the heck” wasn’t really appropriate he changed it to “What the haircut”. Which I can’t really fault.
He is good at things.
Lots of things.
I am not so much.
I will now make a short list of other things that I am not good at:
– Béchamel sauce
– Painting my nails
– Returning library books
– Picking queues at the Supermarket
– Knowing when to finish short lists
So that’s a little bit of me. I’m also not terribly good at that whole thinking before you speak thing but ah, what the haircut.