I feel so bad even typing this... like, it feels super wrong. I keep thinking about my grandma and how much she loves church. How much everyone in my family just... *knows* what we believe. But I got this gig, right? Helping out with some old lady, Miss Miller. She’s like, a retired teacher or something. And she travels a lot. Anyway, she asked me to help her sort through photos from her trip and she was showing me these pics from all these DIFFERENT places. Like, she went to India and there were these people worshipping elephants? And then she was in Japan and there were these people doing all these quiet bowing things in a temple. And then like, in another country, they were dancing and singing SO loud and like, spinning around. It was wild. All these different ways people just... believe. And like, I know what *I* believe. Or what I’m SUPPOSED to believe. We go to church every Sunday, right? And like, it’s always been... just what we do. But looking at all her pictures, it’s like... what if I was just born in a different place? Like, if I was born in India, would I think elephants were holy? Or if I was born in Japan, would I be doing all those quiet bows? It’s messing with my head SO BAD. It feels like... my whole faith? It’s just because of where I happened to be born. And that makes me feel like... a fake? Or something. Like I’m betraying my family and everything they taught me. It's just... I don't know what to do with that feeling. It's really heavy.