I'm assessing my Life,  I write Life with a capital "L" because I think one's days on this earth should be important enough to capitalize.  There is a question that keeps floating around my mind. "What do I do well?" I'm 53 years old  and that question has never been as important to me as it is now. They say everyone has a talent, a particular skill set, things they are good at. Tracy is an artist, Cassidy can play the Ukelele, Connor excels at gaming.  As I take stock of my 50 something year old self, I ask, what is my gift? What do I offer to the world as proof that I "got the goods".
What are my "mad skills?     I like taking pictures with my iPhone.  I get a charge out of using that little thing to capture of moment of beauty, a painted sky, or a flower bloomed to perfection.
I like writing, letting my thoughts spill out of my mind through my hands. I like a good book, losing myself is the 1960's South, or going along with Miss Marple as she ponders who killed the Contessa between sips of tea.  I like these things but is that the same as being "good" at them?
I don't know. Do I need someone to give me some sort of stamp of approval?   Is there a Talent Inspector who approves of our creations and declares us good enough to be labeled " good at, fill in the blank? "
Okay, I'm being absurd, but one wonders. 
I wonder.  The question still lingers, "what am I good at?"  I still can't answer it with 100 percent certainty.  So I guess I'll keep writing, photographing,  and reading until  the answers come.   I'll  do other things as well,  travel, garden, try running a 10K.  I may not be able to answer the "talent" question right now,  but I am enjoying the doing. learning, and trying.   Right now that's enough.