Things I am good at–that used to be a thing to ask. Surely, there must be one good thing for me to be good at that the rest of the world. I thought being a painter could be my thing. I loved checking out books about Matisse from the public library, and trying to understand what he was trying to accomplish, and then making my own mess of colors on a canvas as if nothing had really happened between Matisse and the 21st Century, except maybe Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko. Oh, there’s that dude who puts embalmed sharks in aquariums, but he’s not a painter.
Of course, there’s always poetry. If you learned to write back in school, you can write poetry. You can slap together just about anything that looks like your language in written form and tell people that it’s poetry.