My Talents

One work colleague is an amazing photographer.  Another co-worker does wonderful drawings, and yet another is a painter.  My best friend can read tarot cards and sometimes gets messages from the other side, you know, in the Ghost Whisperer/Medium kind of way.  So I asked myself, what is my special talent?  A long time ago, I thought it was my foreign language skills, and later on I thought I could work with computers.  Just a few years ago, I pictured myself as an excellent chef.  And now, I don’t know what to do. Drinking does not count as a talent, people. The uncanny ability to attract homeless men or dirty old men is a curse as far as I’m concerned.  Being funny?  Perhaps.  The ability to blog about food, travel and tv at the same time should be considered an art.  Meh…