how sad is that? I look at myself and honestly can’t pick it out any strengths let alone my greatest one. I firmly believe that our greatest strengths can also be our greatest weakness and when I look at my own character, the flaws stick out more than the virtues. Given enough thought I’m fairly certain I could turn any compliment into an insult and usually do. Someone asking me what I’m good at makes me feel like I’m in a job interview and I seize up and start to blurt out gibberish but I can answer the greatest weakness question like a machine. It will come as no surprise that I have struggled with low self esteem most of my life, I’ve always see myself as a jack of a few trades but excelling at nothing.
I think that right in the middle of our greatest weakness, you can usually find your greatest strength and mine is empathy. I work in IT as a day job and my ability to put myself in the other person’s shoes helps me make each client leave the interaction happier than when they entered it. It helps me be a better mother, to figure out what Bear’s frustration tantrums are trying to tell me. It makes me able to tolerate others behaviour, knowing that the way people treat me has more to do with them than it does me. It has lead me to buy far more copies of the one Big Issue on street corners, and in my younger days, occasionally burn myself out in an attempt to help someone. Over the years I’ve worked on building boundaries around my heart for those who might take advantage, to save my compassion for those who deserve it.
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