WARNING: There is a huge rant about religion at the bottom of this post. Please avoid it if that is a sensitive topic–it’s not exactly something in the general “scope” of this blog.
I’ve been hearing all about how wonderful this tea is from the girls in lululemon’s “this just in” Facebook group. You have to order it from Canada.
So I did. Here’s “birthday cake”:
OMG there are sprinkles in there!
I used my new “perfect tea mug” to steep the tea AND drink it with only one dish to wash. Genius! I’m totally new to loose leaf tea. In fact, I’m kinda new to all tea… but I like to try new things, and this sounded like a winner.
I freaking love branches and trees.
Speaking of which, I finally went mountain biking!!!
Zach and I went to a place right by my apartment. Yeah that’s how lazy I am–I don’t even need to haul my bike anywhere to be able to use it, yet I still haven’t ridden it this year. Which is extra dumb considering I will be racing on it in a few short weeks.
We found a magic door frame in the woods.
I did this photoshop job in like 2 minutes flat:
And since this is my blog, I feel like I should share something that is going on in my head. I’ve been extremely confused about my spirituality lately. (Eeesh, this is going to be a long story, but here goes!) All through high school and college, I considered myself a very devout Christian. I worked at a christian camp for two summers that I had attended every summer since I was 14–I was completely sold on everything. As soon as I had a driver’s license, I took myself to church every Sunday. One time I even woke myself up because I was singing praise in my sleep. However, I never really felt “at home” or “comfortable” in a church. Even during that highly influenced spiritual time in my life. I “grew spiritually” with books, bible study groups, and “gospel” music–which I totally still listen to… I mean, it’s good stuff.
I gave up on finding a church that I liked–I never felt comfortable anywhere that I tried to go. They always either asked for money, or asked for more money. I wasn’t getting what I needed from it. Fast forward to now… I haven’t touched my Bible in a while. My faith has totally dried up and blown away. I can’t help but be logical–the whole idea of religion makes me irritated. What makes Christianity “the way”? Has it been around the longest? No. Is there concrete evidence of anything in the bible? No. What’s the Bible anyway–some old book that was written by man. It was written by man. It was written by MAN. Why should I live my life by a book written by another person? Confused.
What did that christian camp have to say to me? Well they gathered us open-minded youngsters together and told us to “be homophobic”. What? So no you’re telling me I should accept everyone except gay people. Oh, I have to try and “change” them?! Not buying into that. I didn’t then, and I’m not now.
What else? “Be pro-life”. Yeah, I want to deny people of having a choice. Let’s give the government control of all those decisions instead of letting be a case-by-case kind of thing. Great idea. We should also burn books.
The angles that were used to sell that “embryos are murdered, they have brainwaves when they’re only 30 seconds old” is eerily similar to the angles used to sell me the whole idea of Christianity. Believe what I believe and you’ll be saved from eternal damnation in Hell. Scare me into agreeing with you. Thanks for the threat, but I’m going to go over there and hide from you now.
Christianity feels a lot like Santa Claus does to me. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s still passed down through the generations. Speaking of Santa, I went on a couple dates with this guy (Christian) who had a bachelor’s degree in world religion. He told me all kinds of things about where the whole idea of Christmas came from. Let’s just say it had very little to do with a baby prophet.
I could probably write a WHOLE lot more about my feelings on this topic, but this is probably plenty for now. Feel free to take on the challenge of giving me a change of heart!!! I’d rather be in that super happy place that Christianity creates than this confusing dark place, but my brain won’t let me go back. I don’t consider myself an atheist, but I can hardly consider myself a christian either at this point.
Shew! It’s finally off my chest… I am giving myself a homework assignment: find someone to go with me to a church just to see if I can awaken any spiritualness that might still be lingering in me somewhere. No way am I setting foot in there alone.