We can all do some things pretty well. I can run. I can run fairly far for a white girl from Wisconsin. I can run sorta fast too, but I can't run that far that fast. I kinda top out at 8 miles per hour for about - 8 miles. I can certainly do 26 miles. But was it a happy 26? f. no. I fn hated it at mile 21. I finished with a special needs guy and his family. I got in under 4 hrs by more than I expected but still. I'm no Kenyan. Running is not my special.
I knit things. I love to knit. I crave it at times. My hands actually itch to make something. and then I let them. My more than abundant stash speaks and then - behold it's a hat, scarf, socks. . . . yeah. I knit. is it my special? I guess that remains to be seen since I have a pattern brewing that may land me a knitty gig. I hope.
I sewed for more years that I care to mention. Is that my special? well, I did it for fun and profit so that certainly qualifies. I can lose myself for more hours than I care to share while doing it. No. it's not. I'm good at it but well, I just don't crave to sew. ever. I can do it and do do it. often. passion? no. just a talent. I'm good at it.
so, what is my trade? so to speak. I am thinking that I really like to teach. I like to write. I love hearing myself talk. arrogant bitch - I know. right?
But I'm also a feeder. And not just food. I know a bit and like to inspire. Geez - it's tattooed on my right arm! I am if nothing if not an encourager. I AM an encourager.
I feed. I inspire. I drive.
I'm trying to find my niche.
I will find it.
I know it.
Til then my beloved
I write,
be inspired.
please
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