What I’m Best At

I don’t always write all daily posts around one theme, but today it seems that I am because that’s where my mind went from the Quartz article: from learning styles to natural athletic talent to my own most powerful naturally endowed skill.

I’m best at cutting to the chase. I don’t know how I do that. I don’t consciously go through a process. I just see, very early on, what the most significant point is and I go there. It’s how my brain is wired. Often I drive people crazy who feel I’m not giving them time to develop their case. The thing is get the case, and want to start there to talk about implications.

I once tried to work with a very bright young man who absolutely had to elucidate his entire thought process before he could talk about his conclusion. He and I were not a match. He couldn’t cut short his presentation, and I hadn’t the patience to listen to the lead-up.

I think I’ve written about this before, and some of you wrote in to say what you’re best at. I think knowing what you’re good at is really important to life satisfaction, so if you haven’t reflected onย it before that might be today’s meditation: what’s you’re keenest naturally endowed skill? ๐Ÿ™‚

4 thoughts on “What I’m Best At

  1. One of my best skills is “getting a read” on people. I can usually tell if something is not quite right about someone and see what I like to call the “halo of b#lls@#t” that surrounds them. I like to think it’s because I have developed my observation skills and use them. Those skills have proven very handy here and 9 time out of 10 I’ve been proven right.

  2. Nice topic.

    Mine? Vocal improvisation. Finding harmonies within any given song or musical piece…and adding it, whether or not I have heard the music before, if the chord structure isn’t too unpredictable, then I’m all over that. ๐Ÿ™‚ I sounds pretty good most of the time. Downright professional, garsh. (Did I go into music? No. I became a psychotherapist, which requires a fair amount of improvisation, just not musical.) Since retirement however, I’ve started a new line of play-work…the occasional jazz improv gig supported by students (30 years younger than me, most of them) who currently attend the local jazz college. What fun. One annual holiday family event at the college calls me every year for the past five. This year, in addition to the jazz trio I put together (bass, drums, lead guitar) I sought out two women vocalists to join me. All students or graduates of the highly praised, music conservatory at Central Washington University. One of the gals also played piano with us. The sound this year was rich and full! Such a pleasure to get those three part harmonies going. These “kids” are truly amazing…I hand them lead sheets of holiday tunes and jazz standards and they make me sound good. I always learn so much and it ups my game from a hack with a good ear and rhythm, to a fully appreciative band member in awe of those she shares the stage with. I love also giving them free rein to show their chops! Really their professionalism is tight and they have such amazing training and experience at such a young age.

    Me, I have the ear and the verve and I can, on occasion, work the audience, who were all smiles. Makes my holidays bright!

    I like your gift a lot, Pam, it would go over well at our house. Cutting to the chase is awesome, though it gives me the giggles sometimes to be around one who can do that so well. My husband is one, like you, who has no patience with the blah blah blahers…cut to the point , the philosophical implications!! Great post. Obviously stimulating, as we each have our own unique gifts. Even if our biggest gift is the ability to spot and raise up another’s gifts, that’s a great gift too!

  3. for Elizabeth: Love this thoughtful response. So many of us struggle to find happiness and contentment in life. In a very simple sense, great happiness can be found by knowing what you’re good at and pursuing it. Am in awe of your musical abilities, as I enjoy listening but have no singing ability whatsoever. My small grandson sings on the way home from day care, and alas he’s inherited my voice. ๐Ÿ™‚ No matter; we hold forth together.

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