For Those Of Us Who’ve Been Called OR Labelled: Weird!

I grew up with no in between. I was either extremely hyper, or I was extremely silent stuck in one of my imaginary worlds (daydreaming), full of vivid descriptions when I would then put on paper one of my stories. I would force my younger siblings & neighborhood friends to audition & learn my playwright by heart & I would get furious if any mistakes were made. Spending time with me was very complicated/precise, no game would start until we had taken the time to come up with, in detail, whichever imaginary outfit we were wearing, style/colors/hair /makeup etc. I was the star/actress/dancer/singer/producer/director/writer & I could spend days/weeks prepping for our next show (our audience: drunk grown folks) I have a smile from ear to ear reminiscing. As I grew older, my lifestyle changed, but the daydreaming, or hours spent away from the crowd, in a corner, writing poetry, long stories, detailed makeup, wig, alias, always wanting to know more, go deep, unafraid to ask someone those private tough questions (to many) I became boring/weird even annoying. Since I was poor & had become a product of my environment (the troublemaker who writes poetry & likes to talk about the universe) I didn’t understand that God gifted me the ability to put what myself or anyone else is feeling into words, the ability to look into the soul, a natural public speaker, designer, host, planner & organizer, meticulous, multitask & so as an adult, I much rather spend hours working on my craft, with a candle lit, having a date with self, and at my best when juggling different adventures simultaneously. There are many forms of Art/creators/innovators/actors/writers/painters/graphic designers/sketchers etc. If you birthed one please support them. If you were born with any of these gifts (make time for your passion) or you will live miserably. Everything I listed about me, when I finally invested my time into my passion: today, the name of this blog is a perfect match, I am an author/business owner/clothes & accessories designer/instructor/blogger (thank God I was never regular) the proof is in all of these words from just seeing “stay weird”. There is a method to my madness (all of this to say) BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, stay real, STAY WEIRD…God Bless.