Musings;
When I was in my bad emotional state, a friend said to me: "You aren't being punished by the Lady, you're being shaped by her." And it took me awhile to really take those words to heart, and now I really like it. I feel like I'm finally somewhere where I feel very at peace with my faith and what it means, and I've spent a long time trying to find this place, because I was always at odds with the things Christianity used to teach me. I LIKE that I've gotten to this point, and I like where I am, and I have finally found a belief system that matches up with things I inherently cling to.
The other day at home, I was talking about how everyone getting married nowadays wears a strapless wedding gown, and how I hate them and wish people would choose something different. Then my grandmother piped in with "Doesn't anyone get married in a church anymore?" and I realized that I'm never going to be able to come out with my beliefs and faith to my extended family. And I'll never be able to have a wedding incorporating these beliefs fully without alienating people. I understand that this is the "stigma" associated with basically not being Christian, and as much as it really makes me mad, I can't change the world, much as I would like to. And I hope that I can stop being angry with this and start just accepting that that's the way it unfortunately is, because I don't like being mad about things I can't change.
And my parents, much as I love them, feel sort of the same way; I can't really talk to them about it, because I feel like they think it's a "phase" even though at almost 24, I'm thinking I don't have "phases" much and I'm no longer a rebellious teenager. But I have the most amazing friends ever, who have not only been supportive and appreciative of my beliefs, but some of them share the same beliefs, and it makes me feel more at peace with the world because there IS someone that I can talk to. And my roommate is amazing and we can talk about our different religions without getting upset at the other person.
I think, should I ever get married, that I'll marry with a civil service, because I refuse to get married with a religion I don't believe in, no matter how angry my grandma might get about not having a pastor. And maybe a week ahead of time or something, I'll find a coven and go down (provided my sig. other is okay with this) get handfasted with my roommate (and maybe sisters) as a witness. Because that's important to me, and even if I can't include my family in it, I still want it to take place.
I'm thinking I'm going to be so upset with the whole conflicting religion issue between my family and myself by the time I get married, I might just elope anyway and save everyone the hassle. It bothers me that it might come down to that, but I guess things like that can't be helped.





