Until 2012 I was scattered in so many different creative directions. I was a hairstylist, fine artist, cabinet maker, gift basket maker, personalized ornament artist, tattooist, graphic designer, computer specialist, photo retoucher, portait artist, muralist, painter, model, actress, grantwriter, tutor, life coach, motivational speaker, submissive to a Dominant, homemaker, nanny, behavioral therapist and many other occupations I've left out. I have basically tried everything I've always wanted to try. I have no regrets because I've given all of it a shot.
I'm learning now that none of what I wanted in the past has anything to do with who I am now- if I am constantly working on bettering myself. I'm not the same person from one day to the next as one new piece of information can change the entire course of my life. I had to lose my memory, literally, for 2 years to come to that conclusion. As I read old things I've written, I discover who I thought I was. I've watched my growth from an outside perspective because I don't remember being many of those places and I can no longer relate to a lot of it, though I do have compassion for my humanity.