Everybody’s got to be good at something
It was column-writing time, and as routine would have it, I was thinking out loud about what topic to tackle.
I generally do this with weekly frequency, at home in the presence of Better Half, my husband who so often is a great source of encouragement, a man who is a flowing fountain of ideas and inspiration. A solid sounding board.
Verbalizing my column idea is a kind of preview of the written word.
I cleared my throat and made my writing intentions known.
“I’m gonna’ do a column about how everybody’s good at something,” I said with just enough confidence to make even me believe I had this all under control, another column under wraps for another week.
First came silence, then curt well wishes.
“Good luck,” he offered nonchalantly and with a little sarcasm, shooting a speedy sideways glance from his recliner before he returned his attention to conquering his crossword puzzle, a daily ritual that he’s really good at doing.
Usually I get a shrug and a head bob, maybe, an OK-let’s-go-with-it look, some spousal support that the idea has purpose and possibilities.
Usually I feel moderately motivated and forge ahead.
This time, though, the “good luck” expression kind of threw me.
But then I got to thinking.
I remembered anew the origin of the idea for a column about how everybody’s good at something.
It came from the kitchen where Better Half and I make a mean after-dinner cleanup team.
My strength in that process of restoring kitchen order and putting things away after a meal?
I am the queen of selecting what size containers best accommodate the leftovers at hand. Like Goldilocks picking not the soft bed, not the hard bed, but the bed that’s j-u-s-t right.
Yes, it’s a gift all right to be able to know that this or that plastic container will do the job, no matter what the naysayers at hand might think to the contrary.
And boy, does that ever make Better Half just a little bit envious of this skill I have. He’ll pick out a container, for example, that’s way too big and soon realize he’s an amateur in this arena.
Close but no cigar, honey. Just when you think the container won’t hold another noodle, there’s room for one more in the holder I’m handling.
Yep, everybody’s good at something. Big things like leadership, hospitality, business.
But there are the little things we’re good at.
After all, somebody’s got to put away the leftovers with authority.
And that would be me, a columnist worth her salt at making something out of nothing and then writing about it.
Just ask the crossword puzzle champ who cheers me on.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)