The evolution of Atopy

I was born on a new moon, on Friday the 13th. And if that wasn't enough for my petrified mother having her first kid at 4 am, they stuck her in room no. 13 too.

Nevertheless I managed to push through till current age of 34 without major damage. Thinking about it, my childhood was great … catching firefly’s, swimming in the local pond, opening a matchbox hospital for all the wounded butterfly’s, hiding in the hay, supporting all the local cats, excavating bird skulls, running away from the local rooster and a pack of geese, etc.. Living on a farm was an adventure on its own. And when I will grow up I will be a veterinarian.

So I thought …

My first job was at age 12 in a storage room, sticking labels on cans. Not a very glam job to have, but at that age you don’t really care as long as it’s paid. I also assembled keyboards, been a school secretary, worked as a cleaning lady, worked in a bank and transport, been an escort for physically disabled, worked in health care, etc..

How far that veterinarian dream now seems to be. I finished my diploma in occupational therapy, but ended working in a school, with special needs, where I been for the last 7 years.

My interests change with the wind or every PMS cycle. I was/am interested in drawing (from pencil, chalk, watercolors, oil painting, wall paintings, textile, skin, digital, etc.), crafting, jewlery, home décor and DIY, sewing, gaming, photography, reading, poetry, etc.

I live with 4 cats and one pig (my man – he doesn’t mind the name calling, it is a small price to pay since I do all the cleaning).

What to expect from me? Even I do not know … But I do know it will probably be a mismatch of events and thoughts. Kind of like life itself.