Epoch

 July 21st.

It has been a month, today, since I left home. It is scary for me.  To think that I am out here, alone.  It is also emboldening.  I was not born a pansy.  I have a great education (I have been told that by sooo many people lately) and I have a solid work ethic that allows me to work under people or be a manager, as the situation calls for.

 It is amazing to think how much I have changed.  A little while ago I let loose the term "feminist" that shocked a dear friend I used to know well.  She could not believe that *I* was actually using the word, much less claiming it to myself.  She remembers the days when I was a parrot and debated all you non-fundie heretics until I was blue in the mouth!

Now, dear readers, I am an Ex-Parrot!!!
 No more of that.  I have dropped my opinions (well, make that some of my opinions, I don't know what I would be without any opinions at all) and decided to not make any more unless I was willing to "die on that mountain" (as Mrs. G puts it).

 I don't know what my future holds.  I hope to finish getting proof of my education next week.  I will be getting a car on Labor Day, and a friend in this area is seeing about a job for me. (Yay for word-of-mouth!!!)
God has been really good.

I cannot say that the month has been free from any non-blessing, but I am sure that the hard times were things I could get over.  I can make it!  I am strong enough! (And I can't believe I am saying that....!)
 

**honestly: that was the first word that came to my head when figuring out what to say .  I did not use it to make anyone head over to google.