Sagittarius
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast; Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
The compliment that sits badly with you is not wrong about what it sees, but it is looking at the wrong thing entirely. When someone praises you for being practical or efficient or good at getting things done, they are naming the mechanics of how you move through the world but missing the reason you move through it at all. You know the difference between being appreciated for your usefulness and being seen for what drives the usefulness in the first place. The discomfort you feel is not about the praise itself but about how small the frame is, how much of what matters to you lives outside what they decided to notice.