Windy Sydney

Well, it's Halloween. I wanted to have my resignation in the main on election day, and I keep second guessing everything I want to say. I know it's pretty silly to do this, because it's not like they are actually going to take the time to read it, but I want to do it for me.

I am going to sit down and write this letter today.

I will have it up on the blog sometime tomorrow.

I plan on writing the letter to Thomas Monson, even though he will never see it. It might do me some good to tell him exactly what I think of him and his church.

Over the past month I have literally put pencil to paper hundreds of times trying to put my feelings to paper. I am not even exaggerating. Hundreds of times. I have notebooks full of almost-complete-but-just-not-right-yet letters. I have decided to stop caring so much about making it perfect and instead just saying what I want to say.

It should feel good.

Election day is close, and I am so emotionally wrapped up in the Proposition 8 battle I can't think about anything else. People make comments in the break room at work as if they assume everyone agrees on the church's position on this issue. It pisses me off, and yesterday I had food in my mouth when I really wanted to tell some a-hole off. Maybe it was the Holy Ghost telling me to keep my mouth shut so I didn't lose my job. (Yes, that was a joke).

I really don't know how I will feel if the church succeeds with it's discrimination. I will be so angry, hurt, sad, and then angry again.

It's times like these when I wonder why it took me so long to realize the church didn't care about people at all. Church leaders care about themselves, their money, and their power. The lives they hurt daily don't even cross their minds as they write their new LDS inspirational book available at Deseret Book.

Californians, please get out there and do the right thing...

Andee