Man, I swear this was as hard as listing things I like about myself; kind of sad, yeah?
Five things I’m good at:
- Coffee. I used to despise it. I never used to drink it until after I became a mom. FUN FACT: I bought a bag of coffee beans off the shelf at a grocery store. I was dead tired all the time due to being a new mom. I took them home, brewed them, and wondered why the water was so light. The bag said it was a light roast, so I just shrugged it off and poured in my creamer and went about my day. This continued for awhile until I decided it wasn’t for me. Cut to a one morning several years later while working at a coffee shop. I was opening the store, catching the fresh grounds as they came out of the grinder when I thought back to my first attempt at brewing at home: I never ground the coffee beans when I brewed them. That’s why they didn’t turn out the way they should have, and THAT’s why I felt like I was drinking straight creamer!! Talk about a lightbulb moment. XD
- The “Five Whys” aka deductive reasoning. When there is a problem, you ask yourself, why is this problem happening. Once you find the answer, then you ask yourself, why is THAT happening? This continues on and on until you get to the actual root cause of the first problem.
- Asking the right kinds of questions. Ask a vague, opened ended question, receive a vague and open ended answer. Ask a specific question with one particular answer in mind, and receive a specific detailed answer. It’s like working backwards. If I want to know, for example, how my daughters day at school was, instead of asking her, “How was school?”, I’ll ask her “What did you do at school today?” or “What did you learn at school today?” This prevents the, “School was fine,” answer and she’ll start to think about what she actually did throughout her day.
- Noticing details. I’ve always seemed to notice things that others haven’t picked up on. Whether it be someone’s expression, a snarky remark sandwiched between two compliments, or their behavior, I notice. The proof is in the pudding, so to speak, and I love pudding.
- Quick wit. Just last night I was going over insurance stuff, getting a quote from another provider. I was recalling the year of when I got my first vehicle so they could check something. “Uhh I believe I’ve had that since 2012,” I told him. From the other room, another agent calls out, “Wow! You’re getting old!” I leaned over to lock eyes and spiked back, “Not as old as you!” He didn’t say much after that.
What are your thoughts on the matter?