So what's with the title???

Ebbed on by my sister to get a blog... I find myself on my bed in my room registering for a blog faced with my most challenging decision of day. What should I call it? This A Girl Name Eve idea came to my mind earlier in the day when I was reading through my sister's and her friend's blog. They're the artsy creative type of writers whose words spill like poetry. I'm still trying to break out of my analytical side.

Anyways, this blog is dedicated to our first lady... Eve. Whether you believe in the Big Bang or Garden of Eden idea.... it really doesn't matter. At some point there must have been a female human species that started it all. That did it all her own without a sister to call, or a group of female friends to take a girls night out with. She had no other female to vent with. She was our first mother. First wife, our first lady. This one's for you Eve.

I feel that in a way we are all just like Eve venturing on our own in maybe just that one way where we have found that nobody else quite understands us, or that maybe we still haven't understood about selves. There are times when no matter how great of a support system system of friends, soulmates, and family, we have, there's some journeys we have to initiate on our own. The goal is not to stay there alone, hopefully. But at least by beginning on our own terms we're more likely to have set off on the right journey.

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