If they ever write a biography starring me, that's definitely the title. With the subtitle Shit Happens!
For as long as I can remember - and that's pretty far back - I haven't been like anyone else in my family. Let me explain...
My family members smoke and drank. Often. To excess, many times. I have never had a cigarette and don't drink alcohol.
My parents never graduated from high school and certainly didn't go to college. I have a Masters Degree in Nursing Administration with a minor in Geriatric Psychology.
My parents have never been on a plane or traveled outside the United States. I've already filled up two passports.
My parents, although raised Catholic, haven't been inside a church since I was married 33 years ago. I attend Mass every week.
My parents don't read. Anything. Not newspapers, not books, not magazines. All the information they get is from television. I not only read 2-3 books a week, I write 3-4 per year, and I have have a daily blog, plus I write monthly columns for 2 other blogs and participate in a weekly blogging challenge through Long and Short Reviews e-zine.
My parents are isolationists. They have no close friends and rarely leave their house. I have a wide circle of friends I love, even though I'm an introvert.
There were many times in my life I truly wondered if my parents found me on a door step or a pumpkin patch because I am nothing like them. At all.
Genetics is usually a key factor in how people will behave, and what your genes don't decide, your environment will. I can't explain why my faith has carried me through my life when my parents didn't choose to participate in it. I can't explain why I knew - knew without an iota of doubt - that education was the way for me to advance in the world. And there's no viable explanation why my marriage has lasted longer than both my mother's and father's remarriages have.
So, I just accept the reality that for some reason I am different from the people who birthed and raised me. Those differences have led me to some amazing paths in my 59 years and will probably continue to do so. The whole nature vs. nurture hypothesis is one I think about. A lot. For me, it just seems that my true nature was, and is, to be different. Or to use the theme for this month, that it's made me march to the beat of a different drummer for all those around me and who raised me.
I write RomCom and contemporary romance books about strong women, the families who support them and the men who can't live without them. And if I had to say it, those women, too, march to the beat of a different drummer!
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Until next time, peeps ~ Peg