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Good morning, twelve a.m. Isn't it funny how insomnia strikes at the most inopportune times? I have been on maternity leave for two months now, and the one night I can't sleep is the night before I have to return to work. And my baby's been asleep since nine! So, I've decided to blog. My experience with blogging is limited. My family-in-law has a group blog through which we keep in touch, and I read a few of my friends' blogs frequently. Other than that...nothing. So, we'll see how it goes. I don't have a plan here. I am just going to write, when I want to write, about what I want to write. Before we begin, let me give a little disclaimer: I'm not going to spell check and I'm not going to revise. This is coming straight from the hip...right out of my mind and onto the page...or, rather, into cyberspace, I guess. I won't be gramatically correct, and I'm going to put commas anywhere I damn well want to. Because I don't care if you think I'm smart. All I care about is getting my thoughts out, and I don't want to stop and think about it, okay? If you can't deal with that, then move on...it's your own time your wasting. Oh, and I will definitely overuse the elipsis...sorry, charlie.
Conversation Topic #1: The title of this blog...
I don't really have any talents. I can't sing. I can't draw. I can't dance. I can't juggle. I'm not good at sports. The title of this blog stems from that realization. One day I was having a conversation with a friend...we had been talking for hours and hours, into the wee hours of the morning, in fact. You know the type of conversation I'm talking about...it starts out casual, about the current goings-on of one or the other of your lives, popular culture, gossip, etc..but eventually you get philosophical. It was a "meaning of life" type of conversation. Anyway, sometime toward the end of this discussion, we got to the realization that I am completely and utterly talentless. Of course, my friend, nurturer that she is, tells me that of course I have talents....but then she pauses. So I tell her that, yes, maybe I can cook some pretty mean apple dumplings, and I do have a knack for word games. But that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm saying is, I could never be in a talent show. People don't care about the things I do. I will never have an audience. So, we moved on...we talked some more, about confidence, the effects of praise on children, how to parent children in general, whether the motivation to have children was biological or not...you know, the usual places the topic of talent (or lack thereof) might lead us. And then my friend says, "you can talk. People would listen to you talk about things." So there's my talent...I can talk about things...I can lead discussion time. This blog will be my discussion, one-sided as it may be. Lucky you, reader (if you exist). You can be the audience for my talent show. Let's talk!
Conversation Topic #1: The title of this blog...
I don't really have any talents. I can't sing. I can't draw. I can't dance. I can't juggle. I'm not good at sports. The title of this blog stems from that realization. One day I was having a conversation with a friend...we had been talking for hours and hours, into the wee hours of the morning, in fact. You know the type of conversation I'm talking about...it starts out casual, about the current goings-on of one or the other of your lives, popular culture, gossip, etc..but eventually you get philosophical. It was a "meaning of life" type of conversation. Anyway, sometime toward the end of this discussion, we got to the realization that I am completely and utterly talentless. Of course, my friend, nurturer that she is, tells me that of course I have talents....but then she pauses. So I tell her that, yes, maybe I can cook some pretty mean apple dumplings, and I do have a knack for word games. But that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm saying is, I could never be in a talent show. People don't care about the things I do. I will never have an audience. So, we moved on...we talked some more, about confidence, the effects of praise on children, how to parent children in general, whether the motivation to have children was biological or not...you know, the usual places the topic of talent (or lack thereof) might lead us. And then my friend says, "you can talk. People would listen to you talk about things." So there's my talent...I can talk about things...I can lead discussion time. This blog will be my discussion, one-sided as it may be. Lucky you, reader (if you exist). You can be the audience for my talent show. Let's talk!
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Jordan
I am commenting on your blog, whether I agree or disagree with your thoughts is neither here or there. After all they are your thoughts. What I believe is that you truly have a great talent and that is writing. The words seem to flow so easily for you. This is what you may want to pursue. How great it would be to see a novel with: Author-Jordan Jackson Gross on the cover.
In my life I have been blessed with many talents. I had a great career and enjoyed the benefits from it. My greatest talent (from my point of view) and the one I am most proud of, is the love I have for God, my husband, my children (my own and my extended family) my grandchildren,and now my great grandchildren.
I love you Jordan, I love Michael, and I love Chase unconditionaly.
Heck yea! I am so excited! Count me in as your number one reader! You are one of the few that makes me feel like there are bigger things than waking up to my alarm clock, going to work, sleeping, and then repeating the whole process. Write on! (p.s. I have seen you dance, and you are good at it. Nobody dances quite like you do...under the influence that is.)
Thank you both so much for the compliments!
Meme-Maybe one day you'll see that novel...I hope so. And I truly believe one of YOUR best talents is loving people. I see the effects of the love you've given Michael every day. And I have felt your love from the first time I met you...that was the day Michael and I officially became a couple (seven years ago Friday actually).
Trista-You are always an inspiration to me to get up everyday and do something. And trust me, you are doing alot more than just going to work..you make yourself matter in everything you do, and I don't have to see you work with those kids to know that you are making changes in the world all the time.
I love you both.
no talent...are you kidding? open minded, insightful, compassionate, nurturing, forgiving,helpful, honest, and willing to put it all into words for all the world to see. always have you been an old soul and always shall you be. you were born with God's greatest talent...abundance of ability to love. Thank him for that talent. I have thanked him for it in you . It is of him...you are of him
that comment nor this one was not jordan's writing...just someone who loves her and is extremely untalented at using the computer
Haha...this just got confusing! I think this must be my mom tooting my horn, here maybe? Who else could guess the password to my blogger account? Thanks though...whoever you are, mystery person, you are sweet. maybe those are talents...maybe I learned them from you.
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