I can always tell when I have figured it all out.

Every reason and motive reveals itself to me quickly, almost effortlessly. It has always been with me.

I know what the problem is.

And more importantly, I know how to fix it.

My loved ones know this about me. It is not exactly a secret in my circles.

I notice what happens when I start in. They roll their eyes. Not always big, dramatic ones, but enough. Enough to say, here she goes again. The wanna-be fixer. The one who thinks she can piece it all together and solve it.

They don’t have to say it. I can see it.

I continue anyway.

Because once I have it, once the pieces fall into place, it would be irresponsible not to share it, right? Of course it is. I know. The conclusions arrive right on time. It’s all there.

You just have to know how to look.

Recently, my granddaughter was telling me all about her dilemma. Before she finished her first sentence, I interrupted her, asking questions. Have you tried this? What about that? She sighed and said, “Mimi, please let me finish.” Oh, of course.

Carry on.

After all, I need all the data before I dive into the rabbit hole.

That’s the thing about this skill. It doesn’t travel alone.

Usually, just when my cape-worthy skillset kicks in, another one steps right up beside it.

My friends grrrr at this one.

But I know it’s what they need.

Because once I’ve taken something apart, I can’t seem to leave it there.

I have to find the better version of it.

The piece that makes it feel… not so heavy.

Sometimes, I’m just telling them what they already know…as if it’s brand new

The silver lining.

And yes, I’m fairly certain I can read their minds.

The growl confirms it.

Which is helpful, because I can fix that, too.