Okay, let's be real. I suck at math and certain office duties that require the shuffling of paper. Very long phone conversations cause a knot in my stomach. Remembering my age is never going to happen (it's genetic). I could care less about my birthday. I sometimes hang out in monasteries to pray with monks. I curse in Lebanese. There are a lotta eccentricities and weaknesses that go along with being me. However, I can cross stitch. I love this zen-hobby. I embrace my granny-chic tendencies.
I accept my abilities (and lack thereof). It has taken me half my life to realize what I really want to do. That, my darlings, is a blessing. If you're interested in giving cross-stitch a go, check out my interview with Boston Magazine here. I warn you that I say "kind of" and "like" way too many times. Flashback to the 1980's. Cue the Aquanet. ;)