When I’m having a bad day, week, or hour, Janette usually says: “Now then my precious kitty, lay your dainty little noggin on me lap and tell me what is troubling you, my wonderful little tulip petal. How would you like to try on one of my shirts?” Then she scratches my head with a hard wire brush and gives me compliments until I feel better.
After my post about possible botox injections, we were having a good talk and she said something very true:
“Wouldn’t it suck to have all these problems and not be good at anything?”
Whoa. Yes, it would, but whoa…this woman has her moments, I reckon.
After that conversation, I wrote a blog post. It was pretty good. Then I played the guitar. It was even better. Then I went and lifted. Great progress. All good things. All things I am good at.
So–if there’s an antidote for darkness and depression, maybe it comes in the form of what you and I are good at. Or maybe I could fly Janette out to scratch your scalp with the brush.
But first, let’s try this: what are you good at? Kindness? Sewing? Baton twirling? Let’s talk.