Today I thought I would share a funny story. It definitely shows where my strengths are and what my weaknesses are in life.
Yesterday evening, I attempted to make hard-boiled eggs. My husband a little while back got this egg cooker from the Copper cooking line. It is supposed to be simpler and easier than just boiling the eggs in a pot of water. He uses it all the time and he always makes it look so easy!
We attempted to make a dozen hard-boiled eggs. When we finished, we only had seven eggs that made it to the finished product. My four-year-old daughter assisted me, and if I’m honest, she did much better than I did when it came to the eggs.
The five eggs that bravely gave their lives in this learning experience all perished in the following ways:
- The first egg I attempted to crack and peel I crushed in between my palms…
- The second egg I tried to crack and peel I literally broke in half. I used too much force with a fork.
At the point, my four-year-old came over to me and asked what I was doing. I explained to her very nicely that I am apparently murdering the eggs. With hands on her hips, she answered, “You told me killing was illegal, and you will go to killing jail.” I humbly agreed with her. I don’t think I look good in orange. She asked if she could help me and I told her, “Sure, it’s not like you can do any worse than me.” That little bugger peeled two eggs in front of me with little to no problem. Me on the other hand, I had no such luck.
- The third egg I attempted to peel had a great start, but with my thumb, I accidentally pushed out the yoke to the floor. My dog was thrilled.
- The fourth egg landed in the trash. I congratulated my daughter on doing such a great job and startled her. She dropped the egg in the garbage.
- The fifth egg I had finally peeled the shell off, and while I bragged about my achievement, I sneezed and dropped it. Again, I became my dog’s best friend.
All in all, my four-year-old peeled five eggs with no problem, but in return for her work, the fifth egg found itself in her belly. Also, as I watched her, she was completely engrossed in what she was doing, and she was carefully and slowly peeling the shell and membrane. She was in no rush and was enjoying the challenge of taking the tank off the egg.
Overall, I learned a few things. One, making hard-boiled eggs are quite the challenge for a cooking-challenged person like me. Two, my four-year-old is quite smart and talented – I am still trying to figure out where she got that from. Three, some people have skills (and patience) in different areas in life, and that is amazing. Four, my daughter thinks the cooked yellow part in the middle of the egg is cheese and won’t eat it no matter what I say. Five, it seems impossible to explain to a four-year-old what a yoke actually is in terms she would understand. Six, I am so glad that my husband is an excellent cook and his cooking gene passed on to our oldest daughter.
But, the biggest realization that occurred to me this evening is that some people are just better at certain things and some people can make hard-boiled eggs seem like the hardest dish in the world. (That would be me. I have no cooking skill in my body.)
In a long (and hopefully humorous way), I brought to light something important. And no, it’s not that I can’t cook, but the fact that we all have things we can do very well and things that we struggle with; this is where I come in.
My skills are more aligned with words, numbers, and other behind the scenes tasks. Your skills are your business. That’s where your skills and passion lay. You started your business to create your path using your abilities, doing things you enjoy. Bookkeeping might not be that, why not let me help you with that?
Please, feel free to contact me. I am more than willing to help you today with any bookkeeping or writing projects. Sorry, please no cooking questions, only ask if you want your cereal to catch fire!
– Your grateful ginger