In support of being bad at things
I’m about to write something that has been written better elsewhere, and it’s so contrite and meaningless, I know, but:
I’m really bad at a lot of things.
And that’s not a novel thing, or an attempt to fish for compliments! There’s a whole slew of things that I can only kind of manage to do, and I’m really okay with that. For example:
Maintaining a conversation
The thing that I’m forcing myself to remember lately, and the thing that I hope you’ll remember today, is that the point is that at least you know enough about those things to be bad at them. It’s a hell of a lot better than never trying, or avoiding something just so you’re never bad at it.