I was browsing some blogs today and was overcome with jealousy over someone’s filtered, curated online life. There she was in her brightly lit day room (seriously, she was bathed in God’s love) painting pretty flowers while her fat cat nibbled on the tip of her brush. Hashtag life goals? Yes, please.
And it made me think: do I have a talent? Do you have a talent? I don’t think I do. I can write decently enough to do it for a living but that’s about it. I can’t sing, play an instrument, or solve a Rubik’s cube (not that I’ve ever tried to understand how it works). Praise heavens for my sparkling personality and cute face, right?
A lot of us are frustrated somethings but I don’t think I even qualify as a frustrated artist because it’s not like I even tried. Anyway, I thought I’d make a a quick list of things I wish I were good at (and eventually will be good at).
I am constantly in pursuit of pretty and I hate that I can’t create pretty. Can you really learn how to draw or is it a gift that you’re born with and just have to practice to perfect? Because I think I have an eye for what looks nice but my hands are just plain stupid.
I have a pretty short temper and tend to snap at people when things don’t go smoothly. It’s a bad habit that needs to go ASAP because it’s gotten me in trouble with Joey so many times. I’m not sure if patience is an intrinsic personality trait or something that can be learned; I’m hoping it’s the latter because I need to c h i l l.
I tried to meditate but I just ended up falling asleep.
— Li'l Windmill (@BestInHelga) May 24, 2015
Goal: learn how to meditate. Are there free apps you can recommend?
I haven’t eaten beef and pork in 15 days (YAY4ME) but this doesn’t mean I’ve been eating well (FML). On Saturday, friends and I got drunk on beer and tequila and headed to an old haunt for drunken grubbies: Tapsi ni Vivian. I had tortang talong (no meat filling) and tokwa’t baboy (ignored the pork) and rice. At 2AM. That all went straight to my waist.
I wish I were the organic, free-range, gluten-free (yuck), overnight oats in a mason jar type of gal who loves to snack on raw vegetables and hard-boiled eggs. What a sad-sounding life but at least I’d have a banging body!
I know I’m funny because I get people to laugh at the things I write and say sometimes but I’m not as quick with the jokes as I’d like to be. Can you imagine if I were Chelsea Peretti or Amy Shcumer levels of hilarious? I’d probably have more than ~3900 Twitter followers.