Where to Begin - Where Will It End

For the most part, what I was is pretty much who I am now, but from the then to now, events, times in all of our lives does make changes, big or small.

Growing up, I had to learn how to overcome that nerdy shyness around people, that not so good thing with actual words spoken to ask that "special girl" to the Prom, and opt not to, fearing a laughable refusal, only to find out years later, she secretly wanted me to ask. It took thirty years to realize the mistake I made then, could have changed my life now.

Growing up, traveling, meeting a varied amount of interesting people ... all of this gave me fodder for writing. Bringing life to life, from life itself. Almost magical when you think about it. Learning how the other side lives, works, and plays gave me knowledge to forge myself into a being who and what I am today.

And that brings me to this: I do what I can, when I can, to help other's achieve success. It truly matters not to me whether my success will flourish. I figure if it does, then it will.

Here, on Prose, I may seem outspoken, outlandish, and maybe even a bit too much of myself. And maybe that's all true. But what I do is entertain. What I do is leave a small taste of knowledge behind. I'm not a hero, but I am a survivor.

As to all the other things that round out a life, I have loved and loved deeply. My past holds hate and anger, but I don't bring it to the front any longer. I have learned it does no good to dwell on what was, but rather focus on what is and make the best of it while I can.

I could use a plethora of metaphors to describe what is running around inside my head, but why? When I can just say, I do what I do because I know how. What I don't know, I research. Knowing a little is far better than knowing nothing at all. And knowing too much would make me sound like the Encyclopedia Britannica.

We ,live in uncertain times where the normal isn't so normal any longer, but should that change me? No. Change my daily habits? Somewhat. But my thoughts shall remain as always and that's a normal I can live with.

I cannot say what lies in wait for me, though it would be nice to have a clue. Then again, life being a mystery, it gives me plenty of time to think. To think about those I know and care for, wondering how their lives are unfolding and if they are doing well.

I feel like I am rambling but if you take anything from what I have laid out ... I am and can be a friend that won't turn my back on you. After all we can agree to disagree and still maintain a level of acceptance.

I have been loved. I have been despised. As with all things, there are two sides to a fence.

Where will this all end? One day, if you care too ... look in the obits. You might run across my name. A single paragraph will tell you all you really need to know.