me, the anomoly

A theme in my life is being 'the chosen one'.
My story for so long was that I was chosen. When I didn't think I was chosen by my parents anymore, I felt chosen in a grander way. I felt separated and apart from my peers; I felt chosen by a less travelled path.

I was chosen by a best friend and adopted a second time into yet another family.
I was chosen by teachers.
I was chosen by my children.
I was chosen by a need to find another way.
I was chosen by an older man, several times.


I made my choices but felt pulled by something bigger than me to take the turns I did. I always seem to be cushioned from the blows that could crush me.
I feel like an anomoly.