I am sure everyone has heard the phrase "march to the beat of a different drummer" or other variations, they all mean the same thing. As a young girl in a family with 3 brothers, I spent much of my time alone. My mother would set me up at the dining room table to make art. I painted, worked in clay, playdoh, and illustrated. We lived in the suburbs, and behind our ranch-style home, beyond the backyard were deep woods before the area became completely developed. I spent time in the woods, looking for birds, frogs, turtles, and insects. I built forts, climbed trees, and collected rocks. It was at that time that I knew I was different from the rest of the girls in the neighborhood and from my family. I taught myself how to build things, fix things, and withdrew from the world around me. I had trouble in school and in social circles, I am an introvert, empathetic and compassionate. It shaped who I am today and was the reason why I stepped to a different drum.That beat continues to play on to this day.
Don't allow anyone to silence you, keep the pulse and your rhythm.
If a (wo)man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. ~ Henry David Thoreau