This Is Uncomfortable

This post is #24 in my September Writing Project. Details are here.

Prompt: Brag about yourself for one post!

This is… not a post I’ve looked forward to writing. Talking about anything I’m good at is uncomfortable and typing this sentence is uncomfortable because it implies that I am good at things. So let’s make this direct.

I am incredibly empathetic. My motto is “if you feel it, I’ll feel it with you.”

I’m book-smart. I scored a 30 on my ACT and was offered lots of college scholarships. Lots of academic teams and math competitions in my past.

I’m a decent writer.

I have a very good memory.

I do a decent job decorating my home.

I used to be a decent dancer. 

Now I realize I’ve said decent too many times so to clarify: compared to the UC Dance Team, I am just barely keeping up, but compared to the average person, I am a very good dancer.

My kids absolutely know how loved they are, so I believe I might be a great mother.

I was my high school prom queen, proving that it’s not always the most popular girls who get the crown.

People seem to like me most of the time.

It’s really hard to do this without putting a qualifier after everything.

I can make really long, detailed to-do lists.

My husband says I’m good at cooking, organizing, planning things and taking jokes.

I know when it’s time to wrap things up.

So I’m wrapping this up.

And I feel weird and awkward about writing all the stuff. So now we’re really done.