Ordinary Me…

Growing up I thought I was just an ordinary little girl but when I look back now at how I was, how I did certain things, my own routines, my favorite things that I had to have (like foods, drinks, snacks, clothes, etc…), my shows…yea I don’t think I was quite that ordinary.

Things had to be a certain way or order for me to be ok or feel safe, certain noises that disturbed my world, fireworks and thunder made me feel like I was in a combat zone, things must be in a certain order, done a certain way, harsh scents burn my nostrils and certain foods turn my stomach.

Well I reckon I can throw ordinary out and put extraordinary, though I’ve not done anything close to being extraordinary…just being me, myself and I.