Posted by:
Lori C
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Date: March 25, 2013 10:28PM
Hi All!
I had the sad occasion yesterday to be contacted by a "family" member asking me to commit to not post anything negative about the church or my life for a month. Obviously I was utterly disgusted and told him so. He refuses to accept any negative emotion in his life or apparently mine. He was asking me to be inauthentic. I unfriended him today because he just went on and on and refused to respect any boundary. I refuse to be around people like that anymore. FB...makes me laugh...the whole point of it is to be able to control YOUR page or the page your create...not someone else's. But for a Mormon, there are no boundaries.
I had a 10 k bike ride to work today and as I was plunging pinot grapes and a few other duties, I realized something. I'm changing. Literally evolving. I'm not who I was as a tbm. I realize I was never allowed to be who I was during that time, but what I'm becoming is much stronger than anything I have ever known. Before my journey out of Mormonism, I was so concerned with others feelings. I'd take their feelings into account before mine because I thought I had this magical regenerating pool of energy from which to draw from. (Actually I thought Jesus was supposed to be refilling it since I was doing his damn work, but I digress)...it wasn't until I lost everything, my strength, my power, my finances, my belief in myself, my roof over my head that I finally got in touch with that well of mine and really saw how it worked. I saw that I'm the one filling it up, but if I'm emptying it on other people faster than I can fill it, then I'm running in deficit and that is when I felt so weak mentally and physically. It wasn't until I got completely away from family, all things TBM and was around normal people who treated me like a fellow Earth Citizen and not that damn upstaging thing the tbm's do, that I began to learn who to hang around, and who not to. I learned that I don't have to save anyone, don't even have to make anyone smile, don't have to "spread sunshine", or "put my shoulder to anyone's wheel". I could just be with me no matter how I felt. I'm still learning this but what I've discovered is that the "me" in me feels horribly neglected and afraid that I'll abandon her again and worry about everyone else but her. It breaks my heart actually to see her pain and how much she longs to be with me. I can't look at her and tell her "I only want to see you smile, hide your tears from me, I'm not interested". It's offensive and rude. If I'm really going to live within myself, and trust myself, and honestly love myself, then I have to be willing to listen to everything and take real action to change things that hurt her/me. It's like a real, honest, authentic realatinship, except the other person is...myself.
I love me, not just with disposable words, but fully, and I'm past the age where I'm willing to let someone emotinally vomit on me and I'll just assume I have enough energy to cover the defecit and I'll be "ok". No, I won't be ok. It could take days to recover that precious energy. I am my own protector, my own Warrior Princess and I'm delighted that I'm growing into that role.
Btw, for those of you who don't know that the WoW was very rarely practiced in the church, especially in SLC, here is a bit of info for you...(From Mormonism: Shadow or Reality page 411...
"In footnote 29 on page 251 of A Mormon Chronicle, Vl 2 this interesting informaotion is given: 'At Brigham Young's sugestion, Neagal went east...In 1865 he was called upon to take charge of the wine-making industry at Toquerville. Here he raised many varietiesof grapes, improted a wine press from California, and soon became the largest wine producer in the intermountain area His large stone house with the winve-cellar basement still stands in Toquerville.' In his book, Desrt satins, Nels Anderson gives this information:
Wine making. was another Mormon enterpirse that beame to the same end as the cotton, iron and silk missions. The St. Geoure Tithing Office reported on March 1887, a supply of 6,610 galons of wine, valued at 50 cents per gallon'
It goes on to state that part of the wages to the men who built the Manti temple were paid from wine sales.
(I'm currently working in a winery and this hit close to home. The church today is NOTHING like the church of old.)