Because I Can't Cartwheel

I'm convinced that we each have our own gifts. Some of us (not me, mind you, but some of us) are gifted with coordination... others with hair that doesn't grow rapidly in an upward fashion in the humidity... and other with brainpower that can turn my vocabulary into soft-serve ice cream in a single bound. Because of this, I know that my shortcomings indicate not weakness... but untapped strength.

Because I can't cartwheel...

... I'm pretty sure that one day I will rule the world. Or maybe be able to eat sugar without increasing my pant size. Either one of these would be an acceptable balance for my utter inability to do a cartwheel.