Okay, so now that my brain is mush and my anxiety has reached its peak level, I think I'll focus on the positive today. You should, too.
A Few of the Many* Hidden Talents of Wendy Cebula:
---I'm good at reading aloud. I read to my kids every night and to entertain myself I do so with drama and flair. But not over-the-top drama, or the girls start to get snippy. ("Mom, stop with the voices.") I've honed this skill to a fine sheen over the years. Right now we are reading Nail Gaiman, which gives me ample opportunities.
---I'm good with directions. I can find a car in any parking lot and can trace my steps backward with stunning accuracy. I think I was a homing pigeon in a former life.
---I'm good at maintaining friendships. The "plays well with others" box was always checked "excellent" on my report cards. I may have grown a little bitchier overall through the years, but I'm still a good friend.
I do wish I was better at things like hair braiding (terrible mess) and artsy-craftsy projects (forget about it), but I'll survive. Notice that I didn't list "writing" up there in my talents. That's because, although I have days where I'm certain that's true, I'm having a you-must-be-delusional day at the moment. It will pass.
Tell me about your hidden talents.
*"many" meaning, well, not so many.