Got a ride home with my sister on conference weekend and got a ride back with her.

Got to up and play with my niece for awhile and had some quiet time with my parents.

I took my roommates dog cuz she asked me to babysit this weekend.

I'm getting attached to that dog and its only week one. This is not good.

It wasn't much time alone or with my parents, but I think it was needed.

I was brave enough to ask my dad for a fathers blessing. I told myself I think it was two weeks ago that I'd ask for a blessing. At church they were talking about priesthood and how young single ladies don't get the chance very often to be apart of that because they live alone. They say they go to daddy or have home teachers come over. I thought I'd ask Easter or conference weekend.

"Courage" was the word I was looking for in that blessing, and it came.

And it was at a right time and place with just me and my parents and no screaming children.

Just a casual conversation at lunch time while my dad had calmed down from his church duties. I feared there would never be a 'right time' for my dad, so I just had to ask.

Everything is going to be okay. I can do this.

I'm taking a step into the unknown, well, maybe the scariest part is knowing what I am taking a step into. I'm taking a step out of the devils playing field and I just know its going to get ugly.

I can no longer be scared or passive about my future. I have to replace that emotion with something else. With hope, with faith, with action. Of course its a lot easier to say rather than do.

"Fear creates danger and courage dispels it".