I don't cook well.
Sometimes, I don't cook at all.
Sometimes I love to dine out or order delivery.
I don't play well.
Sometimes, I don't play at all.
Sometimes I love me some "me time" and peace and quiet.
I don't listen well.
Sometimes, I don't listen at all.
Sometimes I love the sound of my voice, uninterrupted.
I don't craft well.
Sometimes, I don't craft at all.
Sometimes I love the idea of crafting but loathe the stress, mess, clean-up, how time-consuming it is and how it never turns out as it does on Pinterest.
I don't relax well.
Sometimes, I don't relax at all.
Sometimes I love to live my life like I'm on fire.
I don't teach well.
Sometimes, I don't teach at all.
Sometimes I love to phone it in...Hello? Is anyone there? Nope.
I don't deal with my anxiety well.
Sometimes, I don't deal with my anxiety at all.
Sometimes I love to pretend I don't have anxiety.
I don't adapt well.
Sometimes I don't adapt at all.
Sometimes I love to be as rigid as possible, because, well, it's how I've always been and it's comfortable.
I don't do perfect well.
Sometimes I don't do perfect at all.
Sometimes I love to be imperfect, but other times, my flaws make me feel a bit less than.
I hug well.
Sometimes, I can't stop giving hugs.
Sometimes I love to linger my embraces.
I kiss well.
Sometimes I can't let twenty minutes pass without planting a smooch on the cheek of a loved one.
Sometimes I love to sweetly peck and be pecked on.
I give well.
Sometimes I give so much of myself to my family that I'm left feeling contently depleted.
Sometimes I love to give love because when you give love, you get love and that's one give and take I'll never get tired of.
I joke well.
Sometimes I joke when I shouldn't, but often my silly remarks are well-placed, needed, and well-received
Sometimes I love to crack a funny and fully take in my kids' uncontrolled laughter and joy.
I smile well.
Sometimes I smile even when I feel like crying.
Sometimes I love that smiling comes naturally to me because frowning, well, it's for the birds.
I optimist well.
Sometimes I optimist so well that I don't even worry about using optimist as a verb.
Sometimes I love to be an optimist because it allows me to accept the not so pleasant, and both see and live on the bright side of things.
I share well.
Sometimes I overshare.
Sometimes I love to overshare because it's in that space of vulnerable disclosure where we all seem a bit more human and insanely more alike.
I "me" well.
Sometimes I me well, too well.
Sometimes I love being me because I don't have to try, I just have to be.
So, yeah, there's a whole hell of a lot that I don't do well, but there are also quite a few things which I do.
And, if all I ever do really well is love and be, well then that's enough for me, hopefully for my loved ones, and, perhaps, even for you?