I’m still a believer, but in what, I’m not always sure. What I am sure of is that I am pretty confused and that confusion often leaks out into my life choices. I wrote an article awhile back on Young Mormon Feminists about feeling like I “Walk the Line,” Johnny Cash-style- too angst-ridden and heart sore to be a complete TBM but too entrenched in the culture, lifestyle, and residual good feels to completely give it up.