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…