Complicated Me ...

"No, I can survive well enough on my own ~

if given the proper reading material."

Sarah J. Maas 

Early in childhood, I sat on the couch looking at the pictures in books, not being able to read words, as my mother and sister decorated the Christmas tree ... apparently I did not do it correctly.  In lower elementary grades, I became an avid reader as it was difficult to make friends ... I was the only non-catholic in a Roman Catholic Grade School.  In junior high, I expanded my reading with creative writing ... writing became a perfect dumping ground for my emotional fears.

Attending a private college prep academy, all four years were experienced with avid reading which enhanced my grades as well as awareness of diversity.  My ability to excel with captured words and creative expression, my confidence grew.  In college, a professor took me under her wing and guided me towards a higher level of reading and writing.

Books have escorted me between child rearing, career pursuits, and relationship discoveries.  I often wonder if there is any part of me that is original and not an interpretation of someone else's wisdom.  I am a book with many chapters, filled with favorite words in spite of fears and ultimatums.  My writing is birthed through the integration of what I read and the results are the unfolding of complicated me.