For as long as I can remember, I always felt different. When I was little I felt like the black sheep, the odd ball. I wasn't like the other kids my age and didn't fit in at school. I preferred to be around adults or alone. It was like I didn't have anything in common with children my age. I've never been able to figure out why, but I see things and think very differently than others. My opinions, views and feelings can be quite intense. I've always been extremely sensitive to the words and actions of others. When I know I'm right or feel very strongly about something my passion can be overwhelming not only for me, but for those subjected to it. At work I find I have to practice restraint. My passion and dedication can be misconstrued as negativity or going against management.
Life has been interesting thus far. There has been much good, but a lot of bad. When I think back to some of the things I've experienced, I wonder how I've managed to survive. My biggest questions is why do others fall apart under similar circumstances? I attribute my strength to my parents, but mostly my Mother. She too suffered tremendously throughout her life, but she never gave up fighting and most never knew what she had been through. She was very private and didn't want anyone feeling sorry for her or treating her differently.
At times the strangest of things catch my attention. Random thoughts and learning new things everyday is what fuels me, keeps me interested and feeds my curiosity. It makes life interesting.
I hope my writings are thought provoking and enable you to learn about things you wouldn't otherwise know. May they inspire you, make you laugh, sometimes cry, release anger and make you want to learn more about the world and who you are. Writing is a creative tool that allows me to express myself and share my thoughts and feelings with the world.
Enjoy and live life to the fullest, because sometimes there is no tomorrow.
Prudentia
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