Not what you call me....

I have been reading blogs of souls sisters who are in my same shithole of a mess-many much further down the road to Plan B than I am. I am still just trying to breathe.....and realizing even one glass of wine sends me to Weepy-call up old friends to dump your pain on them-Ville. ANYWAYS, I have been writing down little nuggets of wisdom from my sisters that helped me in that moment. So here goes:
Optimism is the foundation of courage.
People with nothing to hide, hide nothing.
Trust but with healthy skepticism, believe but sometimes verify.
Good things happen slowly. And bad things happen first.
And my personal favorite: It is not what you call me....but what I answer to.

I answer to daughter of The Most High King, beautifully and wonderfully made......so call me what you want, your loss. Really.