The Ultimate Professional of What?

     Have you ever been asked what you were a pro at?  I haven’t either, until today by NaBloPoMo.  To be honest, I really had to think about this one.  I read other writer’s responses and found that my response pretty much mirrors theirs.  I do a lot of things really well, but I wouldn’t say I am a pro at any of them.

      Since I am not a pro of any one thing in my humble opinion, I will say there are quite a number of things I am exceptionally good at.  For one, I can take a small amount of money and go to the store and manage to get absolutely everything I need for that week.  It never really matters how much the money is in short supply, I still manage to make what I have work to buy food, pay bills, and get all the extras that come up.  I usually don’t have much left at the end of my spree, but at least I did get everything I went looking for plus a little bit more.

 

      I have a knack at being able to express myself with my writing.  I tend to tell it just how it is in real life and the computer screen.  I may have absolutely  no idea what the hell I am going to say when I sit down to write, but when all is said and done I have a blog I am happy to publish and submit to be read.  I have never fancied myself as a writer, but in the years that I have faithfully allowed my thoughts to flow from my fingertips I have somehow transformed into one.  Somewhere along the way that is exactly what I have become.  I am technically a blogger and a liberated self imposed writer.  No one forces me to do it.  I just do it.  I write.  I may not write books, but I have been paid for my writing so it hasn’t all been a complete waste of my time.

        A lot of people would argue that if you aren’t getting paid to do it, it isn’t worth doing but if it fulfills some unspoken need for creativity than it becomes worth it on a completely new level. It is a level that demands a release of creativity that is completely yours and no one else’s.  It has allowed my soul a creative outlet that it obviously needs because I am satisfied in a way that is hard to explain when I hit the publish button and share my words with the world.  It is liberating and in a perverse way I feel I have accomplished something.

 

      While I am no chef, I can cook and I do it well.  Lately I have been on a diet in an attempt to lose weight, but since my family and I still need to eat I continue to cook.  I know how to whip up a meal in a little bit of no time knowing just how much to prepare so every morsel is consumed.  There are few leftovers and hardly ever any waste.  Coming from a background where my mother always cooked for an army, this is quite a skill to have acquired.

       I am artistic.  I can draw, paint, and crochet up a storm.  I have taught myself to play the piano proficiently and read music.  Once again while I am good at a wide array of things, I am not a pro at any one thing.   Finally, I have it!!  Eureka I scream to the hill tops!  I am a pro at being me until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.