This was my defense against older sibling taunting when I was young. Although stomped through tears of dismay, defending my species against attack, it has turned out to be a remarkably solid pillar of my personal style.
First, I have been known to perform at a level that should burn me out. And eventually does. I have come to understand that as inhumane treatment of myself.
Second, I defy categorizing. I am unique. But I didn’t have the words back then. I’ve spent a worded life voicing my meaning.
And finally, as evidenced by my sporadic blogging: I cannot be ruled by such a thing as routine. I can neither do the same thing day in and day out, nor the same way. A recipe is just a suggestion. Getting from here to there an adventure in variety. Yet I have, for the past ten years, managed to hold regular writing groups on a schedule, even starting and ending pretty much on time … most of the time …
So, while it turns out I AM human, after all, I still defy definition.
Thanks to WordPress Daily Prompt – what is your personal style? – for today’s inspiration.