Kinda crazy how being raised Mormon skewered my perception of what it means to be successful and how the human lifespan can be lived. I’ve always been surrounded by young families that started off when the parents were early 20’s, usually 18 at the youngest and 25 or so at the oldest, and it’s mind boggling to me now. That used to just be the normal for me. It was normal to get married before you graduated college. Normal to have children before your brain was fully developed. Normal to be a big strong adult doing big adult things when you yourself were still a kid.
Now I panic when I realize that I’ll be 20 in a year and a half and will still feel so little. I’ll be living with my parents, going to school, writing fanfiction, going to work, playing with my dog, and likely still trying to figure out what to do with myself.
I have no intention to marry a man. I have no intention to birth my own children. I have no intention to go to church every Sunday, or to go through the temple, or to fit the mold that some of my family expects of me. I have no intention to live the life they tried to shape me for.
And sometimes that really hurts. Because for 16 years I tried to be good. I really did. But my good doesn’t look like theirs. My good is girls and fiction and freedom and dancing in the rain and getting top surgery and creating spaces that would make my parents uncomfortable but attract the kind of people I want to be around.
So I have to remind myself that so many great people did what made them great later on in life. Some of the best authors didn’t get rolling till their 40s. Tons of adults don’t go to college until after they’re married or are parents. Plenty of people don’t want marriage at all and are perfectly fine. I despise feeling so pressured to be grown now now now.
So yeah. Tangent aside, being raised Mormon was weird. Sometimes I forget that it kind of fucked me up.