I am wildly creative, surprisingly good with a paintbrush, and skilled with words. I know how to make jewelry, soap, candles, and pretty paper.
I know how to put together elaborate floral displays and decorate cakes. I can research like an analyst and draft essays like an academic.I know how to make proper barista coffee, complete with foamy milk hearts, and I can pour a mean tap beer.
I can change brake pads on Volvos, paint houses perfectly, as well as clean them like I have OCD. (I can totally say that because I do have OCD.) I have some fun unpolished vocals recorded on a retro pop album floating around cyberspace along with some long forgotten “crazy cat lady” improv clips with five views total (probably all due to me).I am good at a lot of things, but, by the world’s standards of success, I am a failure.
And a big one at that.No five-year plan here. (Time blindness will do that to you.) I have no idea what I am doing in the next five minutes, let alone in the next five years.