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Friday, August 9, 2013

-- variety is the spice of life --

I'm good at a few things.  But I'm not great at anything.  I'm not saying that in a covert effort to receive pity or praise, or pitiful praise.  It's just, the truth.  I rarely get caught up in something, feel a burning passion, or have the ability to focus on long-term goals.  I haven't taken the time and effort to perfect my ability in any skill (unless you count circulating shoulder arthroscopies and tonsillectomies, but that's just from bland, repetitious necessity).    I've seen friends and acquaintances spend hours and hours of effort, time, and money to excel in fitness competitions, piano, baking, advanced degrees.  I've observed deep interest/commitment to triathlons, all things John Deere, vintage furniture, scripture study... you name it.  I don't have that. This has worried me more than I care to admit and I have wondered what my 'thing' is or would/should/could be.
  Then I found this and my heart felt lighter.  (No offense, I am grateful for specialists)  I just want to do everything on this list, because that's the way I was wired.  It suits me to be scattered here and there.

 "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."
            - Robert A. Heinlein

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