This is entirely me, has been for as long as I can remember, and is/was a common theme with many among my family and closest friends.

My Steemit profile description gives a good indication, but there is so much more, and what it basically comes down to is a lifelong refusal to fit into the nice neat box into which others (including a couple of former spouses) would choose to restrict me. Thanks, but no thanks.

My sister Carol once noted that our family was filled with late-bloomers, but while that is true on one level, more correctly we are simply people with many widely varied interests, who choose to pursue those interests to a greater degree than most.

And the irony is that it was often these same people who most fervently tried to get me to focus on one thing to the exclusion of everything else, regardless of what I wanted, and what to me made my life worth living.

My mom used to say she knew a little bit about a lot of things, and that is true of me as well, so I can at least converse intelligently on most subjects.

But there are also several areas in which I've amassed a great deal of knowledge over the years, and it has been more and more clear to me in recent years that I am here in large part to pass on that knowledge, as I wrote about in my Day 99 - Daily Haiku.

I am finally owning my role as a wise woman elder, which would never have been possible without the long, varied and often circuitous route I've taken throughout my life.

With writing as one of my lifelong passions, I am able to delve deeply into different areas and mine out the gems, or at least do my best in that regard. It seems to be the most fulfilling way that I've found thus far to bring it all together.