This is a post I've been meaning to write for quite some time. I've been putting it off because it's not easy to write. I don't know where to start or finish, or, for that matter, what to say in between. (I'm not sure studying postmodernism benefited me. Thanks a lot, English lit.) And I've been putting it off because I'm worried about who my story is going to hurt.
But it's my story. It's not an attack. It's not a call to arms. It's just me. So here it is - or some of it.
A lot of people don't know the beginning of the story. I imagine a fair few don't know the next part yet, based on the astonished reactions I still get from people who knew me before.
Ok, it's pretty scandalous that I'm still pretending I remember any Spanish or Latin, but let's skip over that iniquity for now.
For those of you who missed the update, I am an atheist.
Surprise!
And for those of you who are new to my life, until as recently as a year ago, I was going to church twice a week and singing in the band with my arms raised.
Um... surprise?
But it's my story. It's not an attack. It's not a call to arms. It's just me. So here it is - or some of it.
A lot of people don't know the beginning of the story. I imagine a fair few don't know the next part yet, based on the astonished reactions I still get from people who knew me before.
Ok, it's pretty scandalous that I'm still pretending I remember any Spanish or Latin, but let's skip over that iniquity for now.
For those of you who missed the update, I am an atheist.
Surprise!
And for those of you who are new to my life, until as recently as a year ago, I was going to church twice a week and singing in the band with my arms raised.
Um... surprise?
