So I have been talking to you, all about art and my thoughts on the subject, but I haven't really told you much about me. I'm writing this piece so that maybe you can get to know the woman behind the art. I am starting a new series on my blog called "Just Being Ketra" where I will just tell you how it comes to me straight from the old noggin, well hopefully with less side tracks and interruptions or musical numbers popping up. Now, where to start? At the beginning seems about right. Grab your coffee or favorite energy drink because I'm about to take you around the corner, down the street and pass two stop signs before I actually get to my point, but rest assured that the details play a very important role in this story I call 'My Life'. I'm the middle child of three kids...on my mother's side. I have a total of 17-18 siblings on my dad's side I'm not entirely sure, I lost track after the second set of twins. Before I get lost in a sea of kids, this story is not about them it's about me. I know that seems harsh, but if you've ever been a middle child you'd understand how hard it can be to be seen or heard or be able to find yourself. I became that kid who was "always seeking attention". I mean had to get creative with my approaches for attention, no really, try out shining the first born daughter or the only son who happens to be the baby. I found different ways to be noticed and heard, even if it meant involving 'Golden girl' -Cece and 'Baby boy' -Marcus. My dad was a magician, he'd be there one minute and gone the next. POOF! Magic! I can't be completely mad at the guy, he did donate part of his entertaining characteristics to me. In order to get this attention I so longed for, I be came an entrepreneur. As a child I started a restaurant where I charged my dad and his friends for meals prepared by my siblings and I. We started our own news channel, where I made a cardboard camera and set up a news station in our room and gave my mother the latest and greatest in news, weather and sports! But wait there's more! I director a play I made up about slavery and invited my parents and their friends to enjoy the show, for a small fee of course. Now that I have taken you around the corner, lets go down the street. These innovative adventures helped start the foundation of my creative journey. But all in all when it really came down to it, when I needed someone to just hear me and be interested in the things I was interested in, it was like I was speaking upon deaf ears. Now I can't blame people for hitting the mute button when it came to listening to me. If you can't tell already I'm a talker! I feel like I have to explain in detail so you can get what I'm saying and so I know I have your full attention! So do I have your full attention? But it didn't stop there, it went into the notorious adulthood. Ok, we're at the first stop sign now, shall I go on? If low self-esteem was a coin you could cash in then I'd be RICH! Swimming in a pool full of money rich! Being stuck in the middle had me wanting to be what others wanted me to be, because I wanted to be noticed, to stand out, to be remembered. Think about it, you either want to get picked first or not picked last for a game, but once that happens no one remembers who got picked after first or before the last. Why is this always one of the hardest things to over come, why is finding one's self so hard? Answer- Because you're STUCK IN THE MIDDLE!
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