I often wonder what my real talent is.
I started to learn to play the guitar… but not much luck.
I do karaoke every now and then.. but as my brother used to tell me when we were quite small: “I should just stop!”
Hahaha… I laugh about it nowadays, but I remember, I cried the whole afternoon that day.
Then, when I was in my teenage years, my mom hired a Dance Instructor to teach us girls how to dance.. Ballroom dancing to be exact.
Of course, me as the oldest among the girls, got to go first. I did quick steps, chacha, waltz and tango.
My lessons did not last though. I got kicked out of the floor. My mom always said, “okay, enough of that. Let your sisters take their turns now.” I obliged, thinking I would get my chance again after them…
Well, I got the chance to learn ballroom dancing again after I got married…. the second time!
I learned it again with my hubby when we were still residing in Brussels, Belgium. We took a course where we learned several dances.
We had fun, though I can’t say the same for my teacher. I guess I gave her a headache at every session.
She complained all the time that I was leading the dance instead of my husband. I reasoned out that I knew the steps better than my husband… which was of course unacceptable both to my teacher and to most definitely to my hubby.
Hahah, only then did I realize that my mom was right. (Mothers always knows best!)
I’m not gifted in the art of dancing either.
So, what is my real talent?
Believe you me, I have lived almost 5 decades of my life in this world and I still don’t know myself!
To appease myself, I always think that I know a bit of this and a bit of that… but I am not obligated to excel in each genre.
Yes, that is my excuse!