Pointing at a building, at age nine, I declared aloud to my mother that I would never work in one of those. I wasn’t sure what that meant at age nine, but i was was sure of what those buildings were – prisons of the soul, mind, heart and body.
 
Nine is probably too young for some, but it was the unconventional that I lived in even then. I was born into chaos, perhaps I never had a choice, but I believe otherwise. It would have been simple to seek security in one of those buildings, and I have often tried, or in a marriage, which I continue to try, but the truth is that is not the plan for me.
 
At every turn when it comes to make a decision for convention or the unconventional I am always in some way or another lead back to the road of the unconventional. Sometimes firmly, sometimes willingly.
 
What I have learned in all of this churning of life is that it is facing the fear of uncertainty that gives me strength and purpose. To accept the life of the banal is to accept my fear of striking out and make a life by my own design. Fear has no weight in my drive to make my own unique mark.