The only constants in my life are words. As a child I wrote them, created them in my head, and they were my only defense. As I got older, the same was very much true. I scribbled thoughts, half thoughts, displaced sentences on scraps of paper and stuffed them in my pockets so I’d never forget… a moment, a memory, an image, a feeling, an affirmation. I relied on them to feel sane. In my adulthood, I rely on words to survive, once only emotionally and now financially. I was the person who had taped on every mirror a positive affirmation, “Be the change you wish to see in this word.”~ Gandi.
Now, with an MBA and an MS, I rely on words. The American’s with Disabilities Act was passed to enable people like me protection from employer retaliation for illness. Today I have encountered just that… an employer unwilling to accommodate my illness. I’ve decided to go back to my roots… breathing, loving, running and words. I get up… you can knock me down but I get up. Right now I am making and selling my artwork so that you can see the vision I have for positivity and for what I consider beauty. Right now I am saying to Corporate America, I will stand and breath and love and be. You cannot take the wind out of my sails.