...of someone with no talent.

I wish I had a talent.

I became really inspired by Julie and Julia on Monday and have decided that I need to find some sort of talent. I loved that Julie figured out how to cook and then proceeded to cook her way through Julia Stile's cookbook. Seriously, it had to have been the most creative and most talented way to blog ever. I should really read the book.

My sister, Jacy, is a good cook. I find that to be talent. She's also quite the artist and imaginator. My older sister, Gina, is also an imaginator...and a baker. I seriously can't name one thing both Jacy and Gina aren't good at. My dad can invent things and draw things out and make them happen. My mom's the most optimistic person I've ever met and has a way with people. I don't know one person who doesn't like being around her.

Then there's me. No talent. No absolutely positive trait that distinguishes me from the rest of the world. I may go on a great qwest for a talent. Maybe that's what I should do in this blog - find something I absolutely love and finish it for once. I love poetry, yet I can't seem to finish anything I've started - ala Julie in Julie and Julia. She would start things and never finish them. I need something... crochet? knitting? baking?

Believe me I'm not searching for any compliments here. I legitamately have zero talent.

Suggestions would be great.