I have learned something recently. Being a strong-willed woman is a bit of a blessing and a curse. I can’t help how I am, I can’t. It’s in my blood to be strong-willed or stubborn. Upfront and unflinching. Some people call it a few other names. But it is something I can’t help. Passivity is not something I do well, nor am I weak or subservient. Having the opposite characteristics of these traits is not always welcomed in the company of some.