Monday, August 20, 2012

Married Life: Strangely Similar

So it happened. I got married. Weird, right?
But weirder than that, my whole life didn't stop. I didn't turn into a submissive, knitting, stay-at-home--and-cook-dinner wife. Actually, not much changed at all. Well, there are the obvious, now-you-live-together-and-can-get-more-cozy-than-before changes, but honestly everything else about my life was very similar.
I didn't fall down a dark marriage hole like a lot of my other friends and disappear for 6 months. In fact, I still see all my old friends (married and single) just as much as I did before.
This all came as quite a surprise to me. From my years of seeing friend after friend get married, I really thought that your whole life has to change and the Magic Marriage Fairy casts a spell on you that changes everything about your personality, social life, and interests.
But.... it was a myth. I am still the same fiesty, stubborn, feminist, spastic, social butterfly that I have grown into over the last 24 years. And I am glad.
I still have the same ambitions, goals and dreams and Bryce supports them. He is totally down to travel the world, volunteer in 3rd world countries, and go on millions of missions with me. He is supportive that I want to have a career and move all over the country.
I have discovered in the 2 months of being married that it really is what you make of it. So, I hate cooking and Bryce likes it? He cooks us meals. I love cleaning and doing laundry? I take care of that. I love working and am terrified of the thought of having children? That is ok too.
I realize now that I didn't have to turn into a domesticated, 1950's housewife over night like I had always imagined when people get married. This realization was a sigh of relief.
I think it helped that we dated for so long too before we got married because it has been a smooth transition. Everyone I talked to said that "The first year of marriage is the hardest." But, it honestly has been just the same. And yes, we have argued and our lives aren't perfect. But, I think we both knew exactly who the other person was and so the walls of infatuation didn't come crumbling down after the honeymoon ended.
We are both the same people, and life has stayed the same. And I am glad.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Engagement! (A shock to us all)

This is a shocking post, especially JUST after my Marriage phobia blog. But miracles never cease! So, the relationship had started to get to that point. Me and Bryce either needed to break up or get married. Of course, I would have  been happy to date for another 5 years, but it just wasn't realistic.

So on Wednesday, February 29, Hell froze over. (It really did. It snowed like 4 inches that night after not snowing all winter.) It was Leap Year Day, and I wasn't really paying it any heed. But Leap Year would not be ignored because all the planets had aligned on that special day. (My friend John wrote on Facebook that something crazy would happy on Leap Year day because the planets were aligned...who knew that he was pychic?!)

I finished my internship at KSL that night around 9 p.m. as usual. But Bryce wanted to take me out to dinner because I was leaving the next morning to fly to Seattle for a Journalism Conference. So in the middle of the blizzard, we drove to Bombay House in SLC. It is totally my favorite restaurant. We ate dinner in record time, and then Bryce took me back to get my car and we dropped it off at the airport so I could drive myself back after my trip.

Then Bryce turns to me and says, "We should go on an adventure." And I was like, "No way! I am super tired and I still have to pack and it is snowing like crazy. Let's just go home and hang out." But he would not be deterred (this is where I started to get a little suspicious.)

So we drove to a hill overlooking the SLC temple, and Bryce pulled off on the side of the road. I was starting to get a little bit puzzled when he pulled a big box from his backseat and gave it to me. I opened the box to find a homemade card on top of lots and lots of confetti paper. The card read: "Happy Leap Year Day Faith." Then the inside said: "Let's take a LEAP of Faith."

My heart began to pound as I realized what this meant. I fished around inside the confetti and then grabbed onto it. A small box. I pulled it out of the paper and just stared at it. Then I slowly opened it. Yep. There was a ring.

It was like somebody had electrocuted me. I was in shock. And for about 5 minutes I couldn't say anything at all. For the first time in my life.... I was speechless. Then it wore off and I began to freak out.

"Bryce, are you freaking serious?! Are you sure you are ready for this? I don't know if we are old enough for this! I don't think I am ready to do this. We can't DO this! Do you know what this means?!" And on and on and on. And all the while, Bryce patiently sat in the drivers seat watching me come unglued. Then after I finally paused for breath, he quietly asked me if I would marry him.

I continued to stare at the ring in my left hand and the box in my right hand. I felt the thoughts creep into my mind of what this ring meant. The ring that I had feared for the last 24 years of my life. The ring that represented my lack of freedom. The ring that meant I couldn't have a career and pursue my dreams. The ring that I had detested and made fun of for the past 6 years. The ring that had taken away so many of my siblings and friends. The ring that would change my life forever.

But then I remembered Bryce. With him things had always been different. He had never forced me, or rushed me, or held me back. It would be different with Bryce and he would let me be whatever I wanted to be. He would encourage my goals and dreams and understand my insecurities. So after making him wait for almost 2 years, I finally said "Yes."

We are getting married June 1, 2012 in the St. George Temple. And with that, Miracles never cease.

Saturday, February 18, 2012


I am taking a Feminism in Philosophy class this semester. It is absolutely fascinating, and the things we discuss and the authors we read have really opened my eyes to a lot of things. I would say that I have already been considered a feminist by many, and in some ways this class may be fueling the fire (Heaven forbid.) :)

But some of the things we have been discussing lately is a book by Beauvoir called "The Second Sex." It basically discusses how females are considered "the other" sex, and have always been second place to man. It gives examples of how Adam was created first, and then Eve was like a "sub-species" taken from his rib. And if you think about it, humanity is referred to as MANKIND. (obviously emphasis on MAN.) It is fascinating, and disturbing in many ways.

So now I see feminism in everything and it is fascinating to me. But more blatantly was when one of my friends posted on Facebook something about women not being married or mothers being "most possibly psychopaths." (This is taken out of context, and I understand why he said it and what he was referring to although it was still a ridiculous statement.) But it really got me thinking. People get sick of all those "Feminists" out there stirring up trouble, and beating a dead horse over this same issue, but I believe that it is still very much an issue in society and that is why it is discussed so much.

Some of the members of my Feminism class made comments about how the LDS church is sexist. It disturbed me greatly....BUT.... at the same time I could understand some of where they were coming from. However, I don't believe that God is a sexist or chauvenist, but many people interpret the Plan of Salvation and the Proclamation on the Family to mean that. And that is sad to me.

Heaven knows that although I am an active strong member of the church... I also have my issues with it. (But that is just my own personal problem.) I do think that having kids and getting married is a monumentally HUGE and very very important and central part of God's plan. But my problem comes in when people cast their judgments as well. And when it is declared that it is the ONLY purpose for your existence and the ONLY thing that you should do (which yes, I hear church members say alot.) I have to be honest that those things rub me wrong.

I don't feel like God designed the plan for women to be barefoot and pregnant shoved behind a stove all of their life. And yet some church members really feel this way and it freaks me out. I don't think their is anything wrong with a women wanting to travel, get an education, have goals and dreams other than being a mother. I think if they put off getting married forever because of these things, then yes that is a problem.

But just because a woman ISN'T married before she is 20, doesn't make her a sinful person or defective.

I do think there are lot of these generalizations of women in the church, and it does rub me wrong. I hate the idea that "You aren't really whole or complete until you are married and having kids is your only purpose." (You laugh, but I promise I have heard these statements SEVERAL times from good strong members of the church.) Well, what about the women who never get married or who can't have kids? Are they in some way "less of a person" or living their life incomplete? Are they not fulfilling their destiny? I think that the God I serve would never cast these kinds of judgments on a person or punish them because of things that are out of their control. They can be just as happy and have just as much fulfillment in their life.

Trust me I have heard all about it because I have taken a path different from many of my peers and friends by going on a mission and being 24 and still single. And yes, the idea of having a career and working does strongly appeal to me. Does that mean I am going to burn in hell for ions to come? No, I don't think so.

God knows that each of his children are unique and have different circumstances and I believe that he will account for that. He knows that maybe some people will gain ultimate fulfillment in getting married at 18 and having 10 kids, and staying home all of their life, and some women just won't be completely fulfilled by that. Each of us have different drives, interests, motives, etc. for what we do and what makes us tick. Yes, I think that each woman that is able should be a mother someday WHEN the time is right and WHEN they are ready. But do I think she is an awful person if she ISN'T married by the time she is 21 because she wanted to go on a mission? Not at all.

Because I served a mission, I saw the value in agency and motivation. I saw those boys that came on a mission for the sole reason because they were supposed to. They felt obligated or pressured. And they were not good missionaries because they didn't WANT to be there. Period. They didn't accomplish much, and they brought others down because of their lack of interest and effort. It disgusted me because I wanted to be there more than anything!

Now on the flip-side we can compare this to women getting married because as we know (men are supposed to go on missions, women are supposed to get married.) :) That is why I say I think women should get married and have kids WHEN they are ready and want to. Otherwise if they just get married out of obligation or because they are "supposed" to.... It could potentially end in divorce or their kids will suffer because of having a neglectful mother that doesn't really want them. (I have seen examples of this in my life as well, and it is sad.) I feel very strongly if you are going to make the CHOICE to bring children into this world, then you had better love them and take good care of them!

Anyways, enough with this rampage. I just feel very strongly about some of these things, and I feel that members of the church are often too quick to cast judgments and that each individual has to try THEIR best (not anyone else's best) to do what God wants them to do. We all want to be happy and return to God, and we each go on our own path to get there. And you know what? That is Ok.
The End. :)

Monday, February 6, 2012


So I have had marriage issues pretty much my entire life. For whatever reason, I have never wanted to get married or really have kids. I never had any traumatic experiences, my parents never got divorced, etc. I just think that in heaven when God was passing out the "mother/nurture/romantic gene" that I accidentally got skipped.

So my whole life when other little girls were picking out baby names and their wedding colors, I was planning on going on a mission. I wanted to be a Mother Theresa figure, and  change the world by spreading the gospel and solving world hunger. I envisioned myself living in a grass hut somewhere in Africa taking care of everyone and going about my days in service.

Well, the year finally arrived and I went on a mission. Then the day finally arrived when my mission had to come to an end, and I had to go home. Then the marriage denial could no longer be avoided. "Marriage is the next step in life Faith," I was told over and over again.

But when my boyfriend of 3 1/2 yrs started talking marriage, I couldn't do it. I freaked out. Even after all that time of dating, I didn't feel ready and I still had NO desire to get married. So he broke up with me.

Now, I have been dating Bryce for 1 1/2 yrs. The marriage stick has started to beat me over the head again, and the same old fears have crept up. After months of prayer, I finally felt like I got more of a desire and answer to marry Bryce.

But as the reality and seriousness of my relationship has begun to sink in, the fears have taken a strong, claustrophobic like hold on me. I have talked to my dad, my siblings, my friends, my bishop, institute teachers, almost anyone and everyone that I felt could give me insight or advice on the matter. And I realized: Yes. I have a problem. I have a serious problem. I know I need to get married. But I don't want to get married. And it's not just a selfish thing or childish nervousness. This is a real anxiety driven phobia.

I have begun to narrow down the fears to tackle them one at a time.
1. I have a very real impression and feeling that I need to do something big in this world to change and improve it. I think that everyone has a mission in life, and I feel that I am supposed to do something special. I fear that in getting married and having kids, I will not be able to accomplish this mission or my goals and dreams that I have for myself. I want to live to my fullest.
2. I am terrified of having sex. I hate being naked. It makes me very uncomfortable. And the whole process freaks me out. I used to joke about becoming the "First Mormon Nun."
3. I don't want to have kids. I don't really like babies. They weird me out, and I think they are weird looking. I'm not a very affectionate person, and so I don't want to have to hold a baby all the time. And the whole birthing process. . . Ow! And Ewww! So that's another issue as well. I could maybe adopt kids that were 3 yrs or older. I don't hate children in general. In fact, I quite hardily enjoy my nieces and nephews. But I can't picture myself as a mother, and I quiver at the thought of that kind of responsibility.
4. I am a very independent person. Blame my dad for raising me like a boy, and teaching me to be so self-sufficient or whatever, but I am very independent. I like being in control of myself and taking care of myself. So the thought of always being "stuck" with someone has terrified me my entire life. My bishop best described my feelings as "being pushed into a corner with no way out."

Despite all these problems, and a few other issues, I am trying hard to rely on God for strength to help me do what he wants me to do. And Bryce is the best most patient person that I could have ever asked for. He is so so patient and loving with me. And he has most definitely withstood the test of time.

So... the next few months may be the craziest, and most anxiety filled of my life, but I will pray that I persevere and don't run away to India to be a free spirit. To be continued. . .

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Bucket List!

I think New Years Resolutions are lame. So instead, I am creating a Bucket List. Much more effective.. ha. So this is my to-do list before I die:

  • Go to India and see the Taj Mahal                                                   
  • Ride In a Hot Air Balloon

   Get Married in the Temple

  • Serve another Mission (couple?)
  • Run A Marathon
  • Graduate from College (I'm getting Close!)
  • Write and Publish a Book
  • Be a Temple Worker
  • Ride in a Sail Boat
  • Make A Difference
So I feel like this a good list of worthy goals to accomplish in my lifetime. I want to do good and experience personal fulfillment so I think these are things that will help with that. I have already accomplished a lot in my short life that I feel good about. I want to have meaning and to not waste anytime doing good and changing the world in my own small way. I want to live my life to the fullest.

"Whate'er thou art, act well thy part."