What’s Your Super Power?

Did you know they are playing episodes of Wonder Woman (with Lynda Carter) on METV? I found out yesterday and immediately set my DVR (I can’t wait for Saturday!).
The other day my best friend got a birthday card from her daughter that said, “Mom, I finally figured out your secret identity” and it had a Wonder Woman logo on it (she also got her a Wonder Woman coffee mug to match).
Today, I wore my favorite sweatshirt; it’s black with the word DORK in big red letters, as in your face as Superman’s “S” (yes, that’s me in the picture up there).
These three things got me thinking about super powers. (That is how my mind works.)
I’m sure that even the most realistic of you out there have at one point considered the possibility of having some kind of super power. Those of you with kids have probably had in-depth conversations on the subject.
After much deliberation and careful thought over the period of about five minutes, I realized what my own super power was:
I am ridiculous.
I won’t give examples (although the picture may be some indication). If you’ve read anything else here, you may have already come to that conclusion anyway.
Whatever you may think, as far as I’m concerned that is a super power, and I embrace it. That part of me is what allows me to have fun, to see the bright side in anything, to comfort me. It is consistent and strong. I can always count on it to be there. It provides me amusement wherever I am (and my own amusement matters more than anyone else’s).
And I don’t need anyone else for that. It comes from me, and me alone. I will never be without it. It makes me Me.
Of course, if your imagination is limited only to the stereotypical super powers found in comic books and movies:
I’m strong enough to carry a dead-weight sleeping child from a car to her bed without waking her up.
I levitate when I feel love.
I fly in my dreams.
I’m teleported to you the moment I think of you, wherever you are.
I am invisible when I put my headphones on.
I can make boo-boos go away with a simple kiss.
I am younger when I’m with my friends and older when I’m with my children.
I can let you know what I’m thinking without saying a word.

..and I am on the Internet. That makes me immortal.
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