My Superpower

All the quirks you’ve spent years trying to hide, they are actually your superpowers; they’re what set you apart. They don’t make you better. They don’t make you worse. They make you you, and only you can be that.

Oliver Stark, Actor

I don’t want to fly. I don’t want super human strength. I definitely don’t want the power to bend time and space to my will. Sort of. That last superpower could be fun. I’m just scared I might accidentally destroy the universe.

I often find walking for the sake of getting to a certain place tedious. It’s always been the destination rather than the journey for me. So I thought I might fancy the ability to transport myself anywhere lighting fast. But that would be lazy…or super efficient. Take your pick!

Then there are times when I’d like a bit more certainty and reassurance about the future. I’d love to be able to accurately predict what’s going to happen next so that I could help prevent any disasters coming my way.

But then we hear stories like poor Cassandra. A Trojan princess cursed to utter true prophesies that no one believes. Far from preventing disasters, she had to watch powerlessly while events unfolded. That is an awful gift.

If I had to choose one superpower, it would be the power of contentment. Sure, it may not save the world. But it would save me a lot of angst.

I’d love to be content with what I have while still striving to do my best. There’s something to be said for the ability to be at peace in every circumstance. Especially when times are difficult.

I would love to look back on various points in my life without bitterness or pain. Would love for old grudges to be let go. There is a peace that comes from acknowledging lessons learned without the twinge of sorrow for learning them the hard way.

And imagine the time and money I’d save if I was utterly content with the clothes I have in my wardrobe!

Brilliant.

For #bloganuary. What is a superpower you’d love to have?

14 thoughts on “My Superpower

  1. Time travel. I would love to go back to early 2014 when I had been in my forever home for a few months. I had escaped twice, I chewed toys to shreds in seconds, I pulled and yanked on collars (making myself sick once), I bayed at everything and anything, I was aloof and didn’t listen to anything anyone said. I would like to go back and tell myself to grow up, chill out and know I am safe. To listen to my parents and accept the ear tickles and belly rubs for what they were, signs of affection. Sometimes I have no idea how I did not get sent back to the rescue shelter in the first six months or so. Thankfully my parents and I stayed the course.

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    1. Don’t feel bad Dexter. This is the thing about these lessons. They can’t be taught. Just lived through. Do you think you would have listened to your future self when you were feeling so insecure and horrible? Been there. Haven’t yanked on collars or chewed toys to shreds, but did feel like baying at everything. I would have wanted to slap my future self if she turned up and told me to chill. But the good thing about time with people who love us is that we slowly heal. So glad you had good people around you and found your forever home Dexter.

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      1. I suppose so. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with myself when I had just arrived. I really didn’t know what was happening. I knew it was different from the kennels at the rescue centre but I had been rehomed once already so, probably, didnt know if this was only temporary. I had also had no routine or extended training and I was around 2.5 years old. Missing my formative puppy years likely didnt do me much good.

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      2. They did and they do even now. I was quite aloof when I arrived. I felt like I had to look after myself as few people had made an effort to look after me, in one way or another. I had already been given up on, at least once if not twice (abandoned in South Wales and then returned after my accident). Combined with the lack of guidance or training, my life had no structure. Here I was getting food, beds, walks and training. I was also getting this strange thing called affection. Strangely it took me a year I think to get any form or idea of reciprocating the affection. Having said that I am still not a cuddly dog but I will bury my head in my dads chest whilst he tickles my ears. I can hear his heart beat so I know I am loved. Now.

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