There have been many things I wish I could do, and some I don’t.
Then there are the things I can do, and I wish I could group them more neatly.
For example: I can write. I can bake and even put a lasagne on the table with only a bit of help. Making a roux is a recently acquired skill.
I can come up with ideas and somehow manage to work them, provided they don’t require major funding. I can make pretty PowerPoints and remember the most random crap.
I cannot work maths. Algebra – I never ever got the hang of it, in fact I did the Super-Duper Easy Maths in high school so I could get numeracy credits for university entrance. I got the credits, finished the year in maths boredom, and never took it again. I don’t understand cricket or soccer and can only partly tell you what’s going on in rugby.
I wish I could draw. Drawing is a thing which others can do, and I cannot. You are, apparently, supposed to draw what you see. I have tried. However, when I try a cityscape, the tall buildings look tall and flat. If I try a person, you can bet the sketch will look nothing like them. There’s just something in my brain, that when I put pencil to paper, short-circuits. I blame the synapses and then it doesn’t come out right.
What I see is completely different to what my pencil sees.