For the majority of my life, I’ve felt like I was the odd person out – the clumsy, stuttering,  awkward person with odd ideas.  So, for most of my life, I’ve fought against that with all kinds of negative self-talk… to the point where I really, really didn’t like being with myself.  Recently, a lovely person who has become a sort of mentor to me has shown me that different is good – and beautiful.  Just because different isn’t nurtured in my current environment, doesn’t mean that it’s bad.  I’m starting to celebrate being different and being a woman.  I’m discovering that I didn’t even know who I was because I was fighting so hard against myself.  I’m on an adventure now – learning who I am and what I want and need.  I’m learning to listen more to what I’m feeling and what I’m drawn to – it’s telling me a lot about myself.  For starters, I’ve learned that I should speak up more, I like feminine things, I’m creative (not weird) and God delights in me.  I’m excited about what’s ahead…