Dearest readers,

I must write an open letter to you. I must warn you I am a constellation of contradiction.

I would say I am an introvert, but I love having a tribe or group I just prefer it small and not outside my ME zone.

I am an artist and an intellectual. I need to engage in the pursuit of education yet those books I so love and the walls of academia are often without the spark of color and the sparkle of imagination. I feel a hollowness when one element or the other is missing from my life.

I am an exceptional reader and a poor speller.

I am a lover of simple country life but crave the beat of the city.

I am confident in my imperfections.

I honestly have never found my nitch, maybe I never will. I know I am uniquely me and I have grown to love that.