This morning, both Cuppa and I were each in a wee bit of a dither but for different reasons.
My iPod earbuds were hopelessly caught and tangled in the slots of my chair-side table, and I was rather flummoxed over the situation.
Meanwhile, after doing some banking, Cuppa wanted to clear the cache on her computer but couldn't figure out how to do it, even after I demonstrated the steps on my machine.
So, we switched tasks. She took care of the earbud mess, and I took care of flushing the cache. Both of us accomplished our switched tasks in no time flat. In a minute or so, we were both done rather than each of us dithering on our own for an interminable and frustrating duration.
It turns out that it's pretty well true that we little people are good at what we're good at and not so good at what we're not so good at. I have said it more bluntly: we're all smart how we're smart, and we're all stupid how we're stupid. I suppose the trick is to to recognize this little truism and to be comfortable in our strengths without getting overly disconcerted by our weaknesses.
This is yet another reason why I am happy to live in the times in which I live. I didn't have to follow in my father's footsteps or the the path prescribed to me by the caste into which I was born, but I was able to find a life path that suited me.
I am particularly glad that I didn't have to follow in my grandfather's vocation, for he was a bricklayer who worked on skyscrapers, including The Empire State Building. Me? I get queasy and wobbly just a few rungs up a ladder.