So What Am I Good At?
Friday, January 15th, 2010I have written about some of the things I can’t do so on this one I thought maybe I should write some things that I am good at. True I am not the type who is good with her hands or creative with materials, but I can come up with ideas for crafts or suggestions of paintings for my mom. I see visions of paintings and I describe them to her, I see the colors and it seems to come alive. The great thing is that my mom can see it too and has been able to paint them on occasion. I see craft ideas for the kids but I don’t know how to implement them so once again I go to my mom for help and she is able to tell me what I need and the best way to do it. We are a pretty good team.
I have always seen in pictures, I have vibrant, detailed, and intriguing dreams.
I write stories, I see them play out like a movie in my head and there are tiny details that give the story a bit more intrigue. I have had dreams that have come alive in stories that I write. I haven’t really shared a lot of my stories though. Some of them I get to a certain point and I am just unable to finish. The reason for me not finishing them is that I get engrossed, I go into that world and it is hard for me to come out into my real world. I feel that is an injustice to my kids, I need to be focused on them right now, as they get older I will have more freedom to write. I get enough down so when I go back and re-read them I can step right back into that world and write away.
The computer has been my hand saver.
My whole life I have written, I have written poems, songs, stories, prayers and journals. I have notebooks full of my writings, tons of them. Though I would write often it came with a price because my hands would hurt so bad. When I get in a writing mode I can’t stop and I wouldn’t really notice the pain until after I was finished. So now having a computer to be able to type has been great. I can type away and have no problems. I requested a computer when I was about 10 yrs old and to my surprise my mother did get it for me. It was a Texas Instrument but my main use for it was writing. I did enjoy figuring out the computer and playing some of the games but most of the time you could find me writing on it.
I wrote stories and journals on my computer.
My computer understood me and it stayed with me for a long time until I upgraded to a new nicer PC. However the PC belonged to my mom so when I moved out at 18 yrs old I couldn’t take it with me so I had to turn to the good old pen and paper. The computer, that brings me to another thing I am really good at, research. I love to study and research. I really enjoy reading other peoples books or blogs about things I have never heard of before and gaining new information that I can share with the world. I say world because anything I learn I tend to tell everyone I know about all of this new found info and expect them to be as excited and interested in it as myself. I have found that is not the case.
Except for David, he is always interested in my new findings just as I am in his new findings.
I have a great love for music, all kinds of music. Music is something that wraps around me, it spreads into my very being, it feeds something in my brain that has the ability to bring me peace and comfort. I can find this feeling in almost any music, there are certain types that I cannot listen to, if the music has no real depth, it seems to be violent or shallow I really can’t get into that and it will even make me angry. I find that a great waste of talent in some people and I find music to be something we should respect just like any art. If I feel like it is not respecting the art of music it upsets me. I don’t really know how to explain that so I hope that makes sense.
One reason why I love music so much is because I am a dancer.
Music just flows through my body and I dance. Dancing makes me so happy, it is a joy that has no words. Dancing has helped me throughout my whole life. I feel that dancing is like telling a story with your body so I guess that is why it fits me. I write and I dance I tell a story with my mind and I tell a story through movement of body. I am not a professional by any means but I have studied on my own, the movements of the body. As a child I did want to be a ballerina but not for the same reasons as other little girls, I wanted to so I could learn how to express my story in another way. I am probably not the only one who feels that way but when I was in class with the little girls who were not taking it as seriously as I was, that was the conclusion I came to.
Unfortunately, my mother being a single mother was not able to continue my classes because of lack of funds and she didn’t think it was a big deal.
She did not understand what it meant to me, if I would have been able to explain to her that dancing for me, was like art to her, I think she would have gotten it. My dream stopped there but I have kept on dancing and I am moved to tears to watch people dance when they are telling a story. I encourage my children to dance, sing, write, tell stories, and listen to music. I write a lot of poetry and that seems to be another avenue in which I feel I can express myself and my stories. I love poetry, as I read it I see in my mind a dance play out or a story. I feel the words, they jump into me and I feel alive. When I am able to write a poem that flows like a song and dance to me revealing my feelings, I am completely satisfied, I am in a place of perfect peace and contentment. I feel like I am good at these things because they come naturally. I feel like they are a part of me being shared with others and it feels as though some of me is gone.
I don’t mean that in a bad way, it is good. I am sharing me despite my whole life being told not to, I still am and it feels scary but good and satisfying.





