What is Difficult For You That Seems Easy for Everyone Else?

What is difficult for you that seems easy for everyone else? (Writing prompt from Delve card)

I have no clue as to what is easy for everyone else. Mostly, I have it in my head that there is nothing I cannot do if I am willing to put in the work. I know that there is someone who has put in a great deal of effort to learn how to do something and that to an onlooker it looks like they now do it easily.

I know through the years I have had supervisors tell me not to bother making my Excel reports pretty because they did not want me to “waste” time. When I demonstrated I could make my report look pretty with two or three keystrokes, they were amazed.

It is knowing what you are doing that makes the difference between difficult and easy. Putting in the work AND figuring out the tricks to doing it better and quicker has never been difficult for me.

Wait, that is not the question. This is not about what is easy for me that seems difficult for others.

That is the kicker.

There must be something.

Before retirement I would have answered “relaxing” is difficult for me and it seems easy for everyone else. That is not the case anymore! I have figured out how to relax.

In our family, I could answer “climbing stairs.” Everyone here goes up and down the stairs quickly and easily without using the handrails. I use the handrails.

Physically, I am the most limited within the family. I need to rest on walks.

Those answers feel like “cheats” though, I think there must be more that is difficult for me.

Something that addresses my mental agility or capacity. I have nothing.

Wait, I have it!

It is more difficult for me to find an answer to the question, “What is difficult for you that seems easy for everyone else” and that seems easy for everyone else.

P.S. I have not been drinking. If this seems like a weird topic – it is. I reserve weird topics for days that I think I want to write about more than the fact that we went grocery shopping today, or that Joe got new walking shoes (his other pair were three years old and getting holey), or that we bought Alto a climbing structure in hopes she will scratch it instead of the furniture, or that I talked to Andy at State Farm about home owner’s insurance, or Susan about the a new form to sign she sent on the house in Woodland.