And That’s Okay

There are things in this world that I will, no doubt, even when I'm a wrinkly California raising of an old lady, will be awful at. Like double knotting my shoes. Like, I'm gonna forget, so if you see my laces flopping around like those inflatable guys you see in the front of car dealerships, tell me. I'm gonna be embarrassed, sure, but I'm not gonna faceplant into the pavement, which for some people, would be an absolute joy to watch. 

I'm bad at math. I think a lot of people can say the same. Logic? Never heard of her. Asymptotes, who? Imaginary numbers are on my doorstep? Who would have known? Not me, that's for sure. I'm also crap at Spanish. But its also how I learned that, it's not as simple as sticking an "o" or an "a" on the tail of an English word. What makes it even more cringe-worthy is the fact that I'm half-Latina. Yup, you heard it here. I am a pasty white-arsed half-Latina who only knows how to ask where the bathroom is in Spanish. 

And that's okay, because I know I can get better. 

Once you hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up.