What are you good at?
This is a hard question for me to answer, to be honest. Not because I don’t think I’m good at anything, but because it requires me to be vulnerable. Which, I’ve come to realize, is that shadowy abyss I must venture into in order to become the best version of myself.
Saying I’m good at something puts a lot of pressure on me. I want to appear humble, so what if I sound like I’m bragging? What if I’m not as good as I think I am? What if I disappoint everyone because I can’t deliver? It’s very scary for someone like me.
Good thing I’ve decided to do the things I’m afraid of. So, what am I good at?
I’m good at playing piano and singing. I’m good at expressing myself through writing. I’m good at fighting to improve myself and not giving up. I’m a good mom. I’m good at this life.
Everyday Immortal 