Confidence is knowing that you're good at something. Arrogance is thinking your good at everything.
I know I'm not good at everything. I'm actually only sort of good at a scarce few things. I'm having trouble even thinking of said things at the moment...
I guess I'm sort of relentless. Granted, that isn't technically a thing to be good at, but once I set my mind to doing something, I always manage to accomplish it. I'm also pretty awesome at protecting my kid. The end of the world comes and it's going to be me and him trekking over a pile of corpses, because there's nothing I won't do to keep that wild boy safe. I guess that's also sort of an innate ability too, but hey, it's something.
I also enjoy writing, but I'm no Hemingway. I love to paint, but I'm no Van Gogh. I love to play music, but I'll never even come close to being a Beethoven (or even a Britney Spears for that matter). And I'm cool with all that, doesn't take away from the fact I still enjoy those things. I won't ever change the world by doing any of them, and that's okay. I also won't ever offer up unsolicited advice regarding them. This is the part about knowing your limitations... If you ask me which brand of acrylic paint I prefer to use - I'll tell you and explain why if you like -- But tell me that you are thinking of taking up painting, and you won't hear me going on and on about how you need to do it. I don't like those kind of people. There's something to be said about being humble, or in some people's cases, just recognizing your own abilities or inabilities as it may be. Nothing to me is more annoying than a know-it-all. Unsolicited advice makes me roll my eyes, stick my tongue out, bob my head and make hand motions like a puppet talking. Don't be surprised if you get that reaction if you attempt it. You've been warned.
Little example... Today I get a text from my great, beautiful and funny friend, B. She was asking about our group of friends coming over tonight for a little Walking Dead soiree. (Cracks me up that I use the word soiree with Walking Dead. I'm fancy like that. Anyway, I digress...) She mentions that there is no need for Bri to cook, everyone will bring over snacks. Okay, so my friends have obviously noticed that I'm not proficient in the kitchen. It's true. My husband's skill far outweighs mine. He is a fantastic cook. So fantastic, in fact, that someday he wants to open a restaurant, and I am confident it would be a huge success because the man can make some pretty incredible chow. I had to laugh when I read her text though... it didn't bother me. Sure, typically maybe a woman prepares most of the family meals and is a better cook than her husband, but this isn't 1950 and I'm proud of my husband's mad chef skills.
So to get to my point... I think the world would be a far better place if people would open their ears instead of their mouths a little more often. If people don't ask for your opinion or advice, maybe you shouldn't offer it. Just a thought...
T. MICHELLE NELSON