Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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Talented Toes
Mr. Dandelion and I had our date night last Thursday. We went to the NY Philharmonic where our ears were treated to the opera Tosca. It was awesome not only to hear the playing of the musicians but also the singing of some opera heavyweights. However, I have this love/hate relationship with going to see any kind of show or concert. I love going to them but always leave them feeling kind of depressed and jealous. This may sound kind of petty but I really envy talented people- musicians, dancers, artists, designers, photographers, etc. I love art but have no ounce of creativity, love music but can't play any instruments, love sports but have two left feet. I leave these shows wishing I could do the things these performers can do.
After the concert, I started to feel kind of blue like usual and complained to the hubs that God gave me no talent. Then the hubs, being the sweet guy he is, started to list the "talents" I have...
- picking up objects and pinching people with my toes (one of my nicknames in college was lobster toes
) - getting babies to stop crying and putting them to sleep (either I have an extremely goofy-looking face or maybe a super cushy shoulder)
- knowing the exact place to hit him without knowing I'm causing him excrutiating pain (it's always in self-defense from his tickle attacks, never on purpose
) - laughing the loudest in a group of people, causing other people to laugh more (I love to laugh
)
At this point I asked him to stop because I was getting kind of embarrassed and also because I started to laugh a little too loudly on the subway platform. His input made me feel better and snapped my bout of jealousy. After all, I'm not totally ungifted- I can make a grown man cry with a pinch of my toes.
What kinds of "talents or gifts" did God give you?
- picking up objects and pinching people with my toes (one of my nicknames in college was lobster toes
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I'd be one of the people you'd be jealous of. God gave me a talent for art. And apparently, to be an inspiration to others. The kids actually drag their parents to church so that they can come to my class...
I'm also an artist...so to speak. I have an eye for photography. I sing, I used to be in choirs when I was in elementary and high school. I dance...I was in a dance group at my church for 8 years and I act. I used to be the leader of the drama ministry at my church. gosh, I'm looking at all these "used to's" and I'm upset that school takes up too much of my time to do that now.
That is adorable...
I guess I'm also one of those people you'd envy. I'm a writer (poetry, songs & fiction), a photographer, I've acted, done art, and I'm studying film.
And I'm that one friend everyone tends to go to for advice, I like to inspire people (hence my xanga!) and help them figure things out.
But there are talents I'm always sorry I don't have. I'm a HUGE music fan (iTunes song count=14,598!) but I can't sing to save my life and so far my attempts to learn how to play an instrument haven't been so successful. And athletically I also leave something to be desired,lol...
I think it's just a matter of looking at the glass half full, we all have different talents for a reason :)
Hahaha, I'm pretty good at thinking of "would you rather" scenarios (unless I'm in one of those socially awkward moods, which kinda kills the wit and creativity ='( ) Man, I get super jealous when I watch those YouTube videos of little kids playing Chopin with ease!
LOL! That was fun. Thanks for sharing.
My friend Greg always makes fun of me because I hate being snuck up on a frightened, so I'm always in what he calls 'attack mode'. This means if a guy sneaks up on me, or gets too close to me, or even if we're just playing around with a football or soemthing that's thrown, there's a 99% chance I'll accidentaly hit him in the babymaker.
My friend Carolina also makes fun of me because sometimes when I laugh, it's not a series of hahaha's. Sometimes it's just a single, very loud 'HA!'
He gave me a heart for those in great pain... One of my friends plans to go abroad to help girls that have been trafficked. Since I have a social work degree and really feel God has placed this issue on my heart, I plan on going along to help these girls to get back some hope and stability in their lives again after all they have been put through....
I have the ability to give proper hugs to people :)
Free hugs anyone?
Thats nice! Hehe, I have the power of persuasion, people feel very comfortable telling me about their problems easily.
At least that's what I think I am blessed with.Yeah, I can sing, act, and write passably, but I always get pangs of jealousy when faced with instrumentalists, dancers, athletes, and mathematicians. (I still don't know my multiplication tables at the age of 23 and have never run a mile without passing out).
BUT - I am comforted by the fact that I can do a freaky praying-mantis thing with my arms because my shoulder ligaments are looser than most people's... I should post pictures some day.
But, seriously, superstrong toes would be much cooler.
@shanella - that's a good one! i love proper hugs! no side-hugging action here...
I play all kinds of music! I'm learning guitar and I play the cello and the French horn. I sing, too! I really enjoy it and I want to use it to glorify the Lord. (:
@haemina@xanga - indeed! To me a side hug is equated to a limp handshake!
hahahahaha. That is hilarious! I am always one of the loud laughers too!
And I often leave performances feeling jealous too. Not so much because I feel untalented, but because I feel like I've never had real opportunities to see if I'm talented or not! I remember going to watch Les Miserables at an expensive private Christian school, somewhere I could never afford to attend. The performance was spectacular and I loved it, but at the same time I felt so sad because I knew my little school (which I loved, btw) could never pull it off, and I would never have the opportunity to do Les Mis like they did. Silly, but true. I'm glad God is patient with me in learning contentment...