You may have seen this post pop up in your feed reader last night and then disappear. It was only published a few minutes when I had second thoughts about making it public. I started questioning my own motive – wondering what exactly I was hoping to accomplish with saying these things. I slept on it, and today, I realize that I simply want to help anyone else who sometimes feels like an outsider in this little community of ours (and maybe connect with them so I don’t feel so alone?). I am not looking for apologies or fist bumps…just an open mind and a listening ear. So certainly feel free to comment (I would LOVE your thoughts!), but please do so in good cheer. This post was not at all meant to offend anyone or make them feel bad – it is simply a description of my own insecurities and feelings.
Let me start this story with a story.
It was last September, and I was attending my first sewing/blogging conference – Sewing Summit. The conference was held at the Little America in Salt Lake City, and although I was on my “home turf,” I didn’t really know a soul. I felt awkward and nervous, and having my 10-week-old latched to my chest made me feel somewhat stuck in the corner.
So one night, I took the baby home and returned to the hotel for open sew (when everyone gets to try out the sponsor’s sewing machines and just hang out and have fun). I made a space for myself in the hallway and started laying out pieces of a quilt I was working on.
A few minutes later, a lovely woman whom I didn’t know but recognized as one of the teachers, struck up a conversation with me. It started innocently enough, but it quickly turned into a discussion of the role of women in the LDS (Mormon) Church.
Ahem, okay, so I am not Mormon. This conversation was a bit awkward but not unheard of for me since, well, I do live in the LDS Capital of the World. Right? So I kind of went with it even it it was mildly annoying and uninteresting to me. And since I was pretty up on the whole Mormon feminist thing (thanks to my nightly Facebook feed and all my Feminist Mormon Housewives friends), I was able to speak somewhat knowledgeably about the subject (albeit as an outsider).
At some point, however, I felt it dishonest to let this woman go on thinking I was a member of the church. So, I casually said, “I’m not Mormon, but I get what you’re saying.” And what this woman (who I have since come to know, respect and admire) said to me left me speechless:
“Oh, oh, oh, you should meet so-and-so. She’s not Mormon.” And she pointed out a single woman in another corner of the hallway working on her own sewing project.
In that moment, I knew I was an outsider. First of all, the woman with which I was chatting was able to point out ONE PERSON at the conference (although I know there were more – I drank wine with them. WINE!) who “wasn’t Mormon.” And of course, there was the assumption that I was a Mormon to begin with…and THEN the assumption that I would be just like this one non-Mormon, and we should most definitely start a conversation and be BFFs.
Let me again state that the woman that said this to me is someone I now know and consider to be a role model. But I’m using this example to share how I felt in that moment.
Fast forward a few months to SNAP Conference which was held last weekend at the same hotel, the Little America here in Salt Lake City. I didn’t really know what to expect since SNAP is more blogging-oriented than sewing-oriented, and I imagined that since blogging is more general than sewing there would be a larger variety of people from different geographic locations, faiths and walks of life.
My imagination was just that: imaginary.
Now let me say that NO ONE made me feel this way except myself. NO. ONE. I found everyone I met at SNAP to be lovely, kind and outgoing. The speakers were incredibly inspiring and engaging, and the sponsors and teachers were open and willing to share and help everyone in attendance. But almost all of them were Mormon. Except for, you know, Erica Domesek from P.S. – I Made This who said things like shit and bitch in her presentation. And much to 98% of the room’s dismay, I loved her for that. (Erica, sorry for the crickets! I was laughing on the inside, promise!)
Now I’m not saying we all have to be just alike to be friends. Oh no, not at all! But I do feel somewhat isolated when my entire. instagram. feed. FILLS up with quotes from General Conference every April and October. And the quotes are all written in glittery, curly letters with awesome typography and analog-look photos of the temple behind them. (After all, these are fashion and style bloggers, can I get an amen?!)
But I do wish I didn’t always feel like an outsider during discussions of Family Home Evening activity ideas and disapproval of what’s being taught in Maturation Class (is this a Utah thing?) or what mind-blowing thing the 40th Quorum of the 18th Presidency Counselor (remember: outsider) said last year at Conference.
Because really you guys? I love my Mormon friends. I DO. I have lived within minutes of the Salt Lake City Temple for 7 years now. I own a home here. I am raising my two children here. At least half of my good friends are LDS. I get it. (Sort of.) But I do wish I didn’t feel alone in this little blogosphere sometimes.
I’d love to know your thoughts on this phenomenon – Mormon or non-Mormon.
And in the meantime, I’ll be enjoying my pinot in the hotel bar with my…ahem…two non-Mormon, sewing-blogger
friends.
Main post photo: Me with Jenn of AJennuineLife/JennuineDesigns at SNAP Conference 2014
Photo below: Hayley of WelcometotheMouseHouse and Me at SNAP Conference 2014