Okay, so basic story is I was raised in SC in the middle of the Bible Belt. During college I went through what appears to be a common college phase, the Crisis of Faith. Decided I wasn't Christian, as I don't believe Jesus was the Son of God (I still have a lot of respect for the man, I just don't think he was a deity) and I can't accept that God suddenly underwent a massive personality switch somewhere between the Old and New Testaments. I did a lot of research, and decided Wicca was more or less what worked for me. The whole dual nature of the divine spirit and the focus on balance really made sense to me, being of a biological mindset. I'm not interested in the teenage-girl-trying-to-be-different-let's-cast-love-spells thing. I'm more interested in the concepts than the magick.
Anyhow, I moved to AZ, where I met some people who really helped me out cementing exactly what I believe. They taught me more about energy theory, and about keeping my own energy up and not dependent on those around me, which is a lot easier said than done. I still have problems staying grounded. But I met my now-husband in AZ, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and then moved back to SC because my mother offered free daycare.
But we moved into my parents' house. Which is really frustrating, because my mom has always stayed at home, my dad is now working at home, and I am currently looking for a job. From home. So there are entirely too many people in this house, and my dad and I never got along really well to start with, because we're too similar.
My poor husband is a saint.
And my parents are Christian. My mom is at least aware that my husband and I are not, but doesn't want details about what we do believe. My dad has no idea. It's going to get interesting, particularly when he decides it's time for my daughter to be baptized and we have to figure out how to tell him why we don't want her baptized.
Let's hope I get a job soon, so we can get out of this house and into one of our own!
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