When Modesty Forces You To Eat Your Own Words

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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14 Responses

  1. Dawn D says:

    Well, you ARE talented. It’s hard to accept, isn’t it?
    In some ways, I am glad I went into a psychiatric hospital more than 15 years ago… there I was told that I was talented. I didn’t see in what. I mean, yes, I’d knitted and embroidered the sweater I was wearing, but so what? Everyone could do that. And yes, I’d picked up a game I’d never played before and was actually able to win. But… surely, it didn’t take that much talent to do it, anyone with a mathematical mind could do it! Yes, I could sing. So what? Everyone has a voice, so… no talent there either. I know how to cook. So what… I could speak a few languages, so what? It’s given to anyone who tries hard enough, isn’t it?

    The list goes on. Like yours.

    But then it dawned on me (yes, no pun intended!): they really couldn’t do it. The fact that my abilities weren’t recognised by others (namely my now ex) didn’t mean that what I could do was not ordinary!

    So I got to learn that lesson 15 years ago. It took a while to really seep in completely. I’m pretty sure there are still places inside of me where it’s not caught on, but now most of me accepts that I have abilities that are special, not given to just anyone, and yes, that is a talent. Do I need to shout out from rooftops how talented I am? No, I still tend to denigrate it. But… most times now I can say thank you.

    Accept this took hard work and expertise. It is a beautiful sweater, and suits you very well. A beautiful sweater on a beautiful and talented lady 🙂


    • Jesi says:

      Thank you. I appreciate this so much. You have no idea. And truly, I never think I’m talented. It isn’t really modesty or humility when you believe it to be true. I guess it’s like you said, when no one recognizes it you don’t either. So, that’s something I think I’m going to work on more this year. And you, my sweet, are definitely talented as well. In several ways, but mostly, for always making me smile. 🙂

  2. lrconsiderer says:

    Would you say that a world-class concert pianist wasn’t talented because someone else built the piano, and Rachmaninov composed the tune?

    Call it a skill, if you prefer – an ability/interest you’ve honed and expanded your capability with, through hours of practice and involvement, until you’re able to make beautiful things.

    I do a lovely basic stitch as long as someone casts on and off for me. I just keep going, though. Can’t change colour or do fancy stitches. Not even!

  3. You knitted that? Very impressive, I say. Talented, too, haha.

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