Musings at Altitude

If I could draw, I think I’d draw eagles in flight.

If I could write books, I think I’d write books like “A Bridge too Far”.

If I could play any sport professionally, I think I’d play football…something special about team sports.

If I could write songs, I think I’d write songs like “God Bless the USA”.

If I could cook, I think I’d cook like Emeril.

If I could race, it would have to be stock cars.

But.

When I draw, I draw like a 3 year old.

When I write, I write like I talk with very little plan or plot.

When I play any sport, my ankles and knees hurt for days and I wheez like I’m sucking down air at 14,000 feet.

When I write lyrics, God bless the one who tries to put music to the words I write.

When I cook, I’ve thrown away what I’ve made before.

When I drive faster than the posted speed, the lines in the middle and the bumps on the side become my friends as I move back and forth and struggle to drive a straight line!

I’m sure I have talents, but I certainly don’t think I was meant to be an artist, a writer, a football player, a singer/songwriter, a chef, or a race car driver.

My son tells me I’m successful in business because I type fast.

Maybe that’s my God given talent.

Maybe there’s something special I can do with that talent.

Maybe I already have!