What are you good at?

Today’s prompt made me pause.

“What are you good at?”

It’s such a simple question, but I sat with it for longer than I expected.
Not because I couldn’t think of anything—but because I’ve never actually taken the time to ask myself that.

I’m usually focused on showing up, being present, doing what needs to be done—for my family, for the people I love, for the day ahead. But this question pulled me inward. It invited me to notice what I often overlook.

So what am I good at? Not what the world says I should be doing. Not what a job title or role expects of me. Just… me. What am I good at?

At first, the usual doubts crept in. I thought about the times I stopped writing, the photos I didn’t post, the project I let sit too long. But then, I looked around. And I saw it.

I’m good at being present.
At catching little moments others might miss—the way my daughter’s eyes light up when she tells me a story, the feel of her tiny hand in mine, the sound of our shared laughter in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday.

I’m good at creating.
Not just with a camera or a graphic design, but with memories. With love. With safe spaces. I build scenes out of heart—whether I’m writing poetry or writing out a lunchbox note. It’s the little things I put my soul into.

I’m good at feeling deeply and reflecting honestly.
At recognizing when something’s off, sitting with the hard questions, and choosing to keep growing anyway. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.

And I’m good at showing love.
In the way I raise my daughter, in how I try to forgive, in how I show up for the people I care about. That love is a quiet strength—and I’m finally beginning to see that it’s one of my greatest gifts.

Maybe we all forget sometimes what we’re good at. We downplay it, brush it off, or compare it to someone else’s shiny highlight reel. But today, I want to own it—softly, but surely.

Because I’m good at being me. And honestly? That’s more than enough.