Me Me Me!

On Sunday we had a lesson on talents at church.  The teacher was asking for stories of what it was like when we discovered a talent we had, and no one was biting. I figured telling a story about yourself as a small child is less nauseating than telling a story about yourself as a grown-up, so I repeated a story from Clemens lore.  When I was two years old a woman accidentally dropped her keys in the deep end of the pool.  She was fretting, and while she was fretting I dove down and got them for her.  I have no idea what percentage of that story is true, but I do know that I've been a swimmer for as long as I remember.  I've been thinking about how much I like swimming since re-telling this story. 

Today was kind of a yucky day on the home front, I was feeling pretty homesick for LA  The kids were being pretty annoying, and I was matching them comment for comment.  When I realized I was a big part of the problem, I excused myself and went for a swim.  While doing some laps I was looking at the ceiling tiles and thinking about how many pools I've swam in during my life.  This exercise really seemed to help me feel more like myself.  This feeling was a benefit of  talents that I'd never thought of before, when you use them you feel centered and comfortable.  I was kind of wondering, what was the point of the Sunday lesson?  My talent of swimming wasn't going to cure cancer or serve anyone else really, but maybe I've got it just to bring joy into my life, and it does.  Also, it's just nice to think about something I am alright at, because I didn't feel like a great parent today.