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Winter ABC Day 4: 3 Things that I Wish I Could Do Effortlessly

"I wish that  I was a bit taller, I wish that I was a baller," and we continue to wish. Everytime that I have watched Aladdin, I always imagined how much thought I had to put in my wishes. You have only three but the genpime requests to be free. What would you do?

That's not our topic for today. In the previous blog, I shared the things that I would do for free. In this blog, I get a little vulnerable. I fair myself as a multi talented young woman. I have seen what I can achieve when I set myself to do something. I am very driven and won't take no for an answer. But if I do, I am working towards a yes. Please do try me! (Smiles)

As multi faceted as I am there are still things that I wish that I could excel at. I believe that if I could do these things, I would be further ahead in life. These qualities would change my life financially as well as socially.

Apart from wishing that I was 5 ft 6, what could I do better? I share with you, the three things that I wish that I could do.

1. Sell

My first job post having my baby, required me to market and sell a new product. That was hell!  Human beings are very skeptical creatures. Kudos to all the brands that manage to achieve sales. I did sell shoes and muffins at some point in my personal capacity. I made decent money from both ventures. But the struggle to sell remains. I would like to be that salesman who can sell a rock as bread. I want to be able to put walk into a room and people just want to 'buy me'. All because I can sell my products, moreover, I can sell my personal  brand.

2. Use my hands

Erm! I can type and you know that I do that quite well. I occasionally do my own hair, although I want to be able to braid it well with extensions. Generally, I do wish I could really maximise my hands. I have seen people grow healthy, green gardens. They are like botanical whisperers. I would love to knit a whole jersey or sew a dress. Whatever requires the use of hands in the vocational skills department, I want to do it with excellence. If I can achieve at least one skill, apply it and maintain consistency, I could buy hectares of farm land. Ching, ching!

3. Stand up for myself

I am not saying that I won't but I wish that I could stand up for myself. Contrary to my very vocal opinions and talkative nature, I shrink in the face of confrontation. I am even afraid of my younger sister, who isn't afraid of physical confrontation. I won't even delve into the amount of times that I have been bullied in the workplace. I really wish that I had a way of dealing with confrontation without erupting like a volcano. There must be a mature way of telling individuals to stay in line or to sod off with a smile, right.

For point number three, please do not come after my zen nature. Every pot has a boiling point.

We cannot be talented in everything. That's why we pay others to do what we can't do. Somebody out there is itching to pay me to put words together for them. Or to compile a book for them because the queen's language isn't their strongest suit. Yes please, feel free to enquire for a quotation.

We can also learn to apply ourselves for what we wish we  could do. If all the learning and practising fails, you still have hope.

P.S. Always write your own love story!

Ciao!

Lady E

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