I have never fit in. There have been times, like when I was in high school, where fitting in seemed important, so I tried. I still didn’t really fit in–there was always the nagging sensation that I wasn’t really being authentic.
As I grew and evolved as a designer, I learned to get used to blunt critique and/or praise of my work and view it with my own value meter. Reject what I didn’t believe, embrace what I did. This process also made me more secure in who I was as a person. The nagging sensation of not being authentic mostly disappeared. What didn’t disappear, however, is the fact that I still don’t really fit neatly into any ready categories that people seem to need to organize their thoughts, lives and ideas.
Miss R doesn’t really fit in either. It’s not a garden blog–although I sometimes write about gardens and post garden pictures. It’s not a design blog, although I certainly explore that also. It’s not a blog of personal revelation, but that is definitely a component. It’s not a blog about process either. It doesn’t fit in.
It is a blog about the thoughts, ideas, images, work, people and places that fill my creative life. I’m standing in the middle of my life as individual as ever, as unable to fit neatly into anyone’s categories as I ever was. The difference is that I now know that’s because I don’t need to. I am authentically me.