Because I am quiet and an introvert, people think there has been no rebellion in my life. I won’t go into detail here, but I was a child that followed the rules only if it suited me and my teenage years were a nightmare for my parents.
I left high school in my sophomore year and went to cosmetology school. I got my cosmetology license and went to work. Not long after that, I left my parent’s house. Then the rebel in me had free rein, and it was fun…until it wasn’t.
When I was thirty, I sat down and had a long talk with myself. I called my parents (who had moved to another state for my father’s job) and asked, could I come home? They said yes, of course, come home. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, but one of the wisest, and I have never regretted it.
These days life is calm without chaos, confusion, or crisis. But, I will always be a rebel at heart!
Everyone would comment about how shy and quiet she was.
Really she was more an introvert than shy.
And though she was quiet, it was more that she was observant.
She watched everything and everyone around her.
She learned that being quiet was a good thing,
though, most people seemed not to think so.
She learned that people seemed to think quiet meant;
docile, manageable, submissive.
But she knew it meant;
insightful, perceptive, ingenious.
What people didn’t know about her was that
she was rebellious.
The little girl was not a wild and crazy kind of rebellious.
Her rebellion was determined and shrewd,
but still reckless and bold.
When she would get a bit older her rebellion would become
more obvious and startling to those around her.
But she was always true to herself.
She was a quiet rebel.