My mother says I’m what she has always called a free spirit. She says I’ve always been one and I think it irritates the hell out of her. I’m still not quite sure if she means it as an insult or as a compliment, but knowing her it’s probably a criticism, but I choose to take it as a compliment. I have always been unique. I have never gone along with the crowd. I have always done my own thing, marched to the beat of my own drummer. I have always been funky.I have always been off-beat. I have always had funky hair, I was even bald! I wear what I want, I say what I want ,what I think,and what I feel, I wear what I want and what I like.I do what I want. I make my own decisions. I’ve never been a follower. I have always had a very active,vivid,and lively imagination. I love other cultures, other languages,and I love travelling and seeing the world. I love the hippie/beatnik era. I thumb my nose at authority. I will not be controlled or told what to do. I love music and the Arts. I love writing, dance, and other creative expression. I smoke weed. I question everything. I think for myself. I challenge the rules.I don’t care what other people think. I couldn’t care less about Political Correctness. I an a non-conformist. I have a rebellious streak.I colour outside the lines. I work outside the box. I have tattoos. I go my own way. I go against popular opinion. I do what I think is right. I choose love over hate and peace over war. I love tie-dye, sandals, bare feet, peasant blouses, long flowing skirts, gauze dresses, Batik, incense, candles, and flowers in my hair.I stand up to injustice. I pierced my nose YRS before piercings were even trendy, I love being outdoors, I love the water and the sun, I love books, I love hippos, I love concerts, I wish I could have been at Woodstock……I can’t be contained.
I am a free spirit. I want to fly. I want to soar.