Music is one of those talents that sort of play well in the church. If you can play the piano, or sing in the choir, it’s a easy thing to point to that you can do well. It’s a visible talent, and one that is easily applauded.
But what about talents that aren’t so visible? What about the stuff that nobody talks about in feel good self esteem seminars?
And while I actually can play the piano (not very well, and it’s always painful when I do) I have some OTHER mad skillz that aren’t as visible. they may not be as obvious as playing the piano, but I would assert that they are just as laudable.
I make a mean PBJ.
Okay, this might sound obvious, but hear me out. I spread the peanut butter ALL the way to the edge, and the jelly the same way, so EVERY BITE you get a combination of jelly/peanuty goodness. If I don’t make my own bread (which I am very good at too, by the way, compliments of my awesome bread maker, which demonstrates another talent—excellence at expressing my needs at Christmastime), I use a soft wheat bread, which is still healthy, but soft, so the jelly and peanut butter can sort of be squeezed out a little while you eat it. PLUS, I always use my homemade strawberry jam, made with fresh, handpicked strawberries (and yes, when I say handpicked, I mean by ME, at our local strawberry patch). This, my friends, translates into the PERFECT PBJ. My kids do appreciate it.
I have perfect hearing.
I’m not making this up. In graduate school, to get practice administering hearing tests, my classmates and I had to test each other’s hearing. My hearing was so good, I got a perfect test, which means that the machine can’t produce a sound I can’t hear. One time, I woke up my husband with the complaint that a cockroach was scurrying across the cardboard moving boxes we had stored under our bed. He rolled over and told me I was dreaming. The next night, when he was out of town, and I heard the same noise, I turned on the lights, kicked the cardboard, and one of the biggest cockroaches I had ever seen came scurrying out. I killed it. MAD SKILLZ, Y’ALL.
I have awesome parking karma.
When we lived in Washington D.C., which is notorious for its terrible parking, I could always find an awesome parking spot. It became a joke the first couple of times, but then even my mom would say “C’mon Heather, work your magic.” And it worked. Every time. It’s a gift. Don’t be jealous.
So while parking, hearing, and perfect PBJs don’t sell well in a self-esteem seminar, my skillz make me happy. And while they don’t make for a peaceful Sacrament meeting, they are, most definitely, life talents.
The other day, a friend of mine opted to sit on the floor rather than at my dining room table.
“I’m good at sitting on floors”, she said.
Now there’s a woman who knows what she’s good at, and is not afraid to show it.
What mad skillz do YOU have? The madder, the better :).