I should be happy. Spoiler Alert: no one dies. But as the credits ran and I walked out of the theater, I couldn’t speak. After a few minutes, I identified my sadness as this: I’m not NASA smart. Never was. Never will be. Can’t help in this situation.

I understand very few people can help or make this genius-status claim, but wouldn’t it be great to have that kind of brain power? That kind of grasp on math and science with the ability to think your way out of any situation, solve any problem, like MacGyver or Captain Kirk.

But everyone comes into this world with at least one gift or talent, don’t you think? Some are obvious, like those who can sing or draw at an early age. And don’t forget those young magicians; they have talent, too! Consider yourself lucky to be in this group.

Some of us take a while to discover our “gift.” I didn’t realize I could write until the age of 30. Some people take longer and some never learn. But here’s the thing, when crisis strikes, you don’t need a writer. If someone is choking in a restaurant, nobody calls out, “Excuse me, is there a writer in the house?!”

The flipside with the NASA smart person is they have some weaknesses, like connecting with other human-beings or dressing for success, just to name a few. I see the brain like a see-saw. When level, our character traits are balanced. But when exceptionally brilliant, the see-saw tilts, one side very high, one side very low. Having a level see-saw for your brain isn’t a bad thing.

But I’m sure the NASA scientists will tell me this is not how the brain works. Three days later I came across this quote. It helped give perspective.

“A genius is someone who listens to their inner voice and follows it.”


Why did the movie “The Martian” make me so sad?