It has never been easy for me to write about myself, but I will give it my best shot. Like many people, writing is a passion of mine. I do not currently write as a profession, but it is a dream of mine that one day - I hope soon, I will be able to leave the rat race behind. Until that time, I will continue to work on my book, and my blog. I find that I enjoy writing, reading, and researching information. The areas I am most interested in include: technology in medicine and high-tech, naturopathic medicine, fitness, exercise, and animals. I am also interested in alternative housing (such as dome homes, earth-ships, and straw bale housing) using recycled materials and "green" energy, getting free from the system, and ways to live a healthier, more natural lifestyle by making better choices.
I have worn many hats as far as jobs go, and I have worked in several different industries. My background encompasses working in the medical field, intermodal transportation, and in sales in the high tech industry for education and training. Out of the fields I have worked in, medicine grabs hold and pulls me back. I am especially interested in the areas of nutrition and mind-body correlation. I have had success using several of the mind-body principles and have found that they have a positive impact on me, and how I view the world.
My passion is ...
Learning about the world around me
I know too much about ...
Severe migraines and cancer and the havoc they can cause
My parents always told me ...
Be yourself
My childhood ambition ...
Too many. Actress, Writer, Therapist, Doctor, Archeologist
My favorite memory ...
Thinking about the good times growing up
Why I write ...
To allow an outlet for creative energies, inform and educate, as well as communicate thoughts, ideas, and expressions
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The Doctors Book of Home Remedies
My first job ...
Cashier
My best moment ...
Still to come
My inspiration ...
People who have overcome great difficulties or challenges
There has always been one constant in my life, that is death. Since I was a child I somehow sensed we are not alone, and death is but another journey. I remember when I was two years old I used to wake up scared, frightened and crying for my mother to make them go away. The "them" I am referring to are the blue lights that use to hover over my bed. My mother would come running into the bedroom and try to comfort me. The only thing that settled me down was when she would put her soft, warm hand on my forehead. She would stroke her hand through my hair and in her soft and gentle voice, she wo...
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