Confessions Of A Blogger P.1

To start off my newest blog category,
​here's a random and possibly off list of things I am not good at:

*Riding a bicycle. Yup, for real. Don't tell ME 'it's just like riding a bike' and expect me to follow along. lol. 
*Baking Challah bread. This one is surprising, as I am pretty good at braiding... but the mystery of baking combined with making Challah bread's braids even and esthetic is not my strong suit. Must improve this one. Oy vey!
*Apologizing. I am one of those that can't just 'apologize and shut up.' I can apologize - I am willing to admit when I'm wrong - but I usually find myself excusing, explaining or justifying along with my apology... Gotta work on that. Ugh.
*Blow Drying my hair. I'm a curly girl, alright??? And it's really hard to blow dry one's own hair. I am honestly in awe of people who can blow dry their hair at home as if they just went to a salon. Major skills that I DON'T have. 
*Small Talk. Okay... okay... this one I can actually do quite well. But I HATE it so much so I just DON'T small talk. I like to talk BIG. Like - for real. Talk in depth. GO there and not just talk about the weather. 
*Not interrupt while someone is talking. Maybe it's a cultural thing... or fighting to be able to speak my voice... but I have a hard time stopping myself from the horribly rude habit of interrupting when someone speaks. Is it that I'm having too much coffee!? Or that I just can't wait to blurt out my opinion!? Or is it out of fear that I won't be heard!? Who knows. I just know I gotta get better at this. I GOTTA.
*Daily meditating. I used to be pretty consistent at this beautiful act of self love, but I fell off the wagon and must. get. back. to. this. soon!
*Making new friends. Is anyone good at this??? I can make acquaintances. But friends? Real friends are hard to come by.  They take time and a whole lot of trust, and the older I get - the more introverted I become. 
​*Keeping my closet & car tidy. My car is a dusty messy disaster and my closet is over-flooded with unfolded clothes. I'm not sure where and how and why I picked up those habits in just these two areas of my life but BOY it's weird. 

More confessions to come...!