From My Fish Bowl To Yours...

 Dear fishes-     Being a former military kid (saying "military brat" is really derogatory and makes me cringe when I hear it--I don't call civilian kids "domicile deviants" or other rubbish). My father put his neck on the line while protecting this country and people should show respect to military personnel for their services rendered in the ongoing fight of protecting everyone's freedoms. There are those that don't understand what it's like being a military kid--I'm here to explain.       When you're a military kid, you're forced to go to new places with new schools, new faces, and try to make a semblance of a life there. Nothing is spared in regard to expectations to thrive where you've been put for a short while. I loved living on a military base, as a kid because all of the other kids were in the same boat as you were. When we lived off base (in residential neighborhoods) it was tumultuous to say the least--you had to constantly...

 Dear Fishes-      I've been gone because I got married recently and doing all that is expected within a shared relationship. I also moved as well, so that was fun....Finally living with my husband and enjoying married life. Today, I watched something that moved me to tears. It was an old acceptance speech from Mr.Rogers where he invited everyone watching him to take 10 seconds of silence and remember those that have brought you to where you're at now. The first person that came to my mind was my senior high school art teacher that had a degree in English, Chinese, French, and was an artist as well with some training.       Little did I know that he would utterly change my life, for the better. That was the year that I decided to live with intention. I joined a bunch of clubs at school, started caring about academics, and wanted to change the direction of my future. I wasn't necessarily a rudimentary student, but I had allowed going to sixteen sch...