I am starting a new topic since this blog entry is about something different.
I have posted before about my recent split with the JWs. No exit comes out of nowhere and there were seeds planted long before this. I have never enjoyed field service. Let me clarify that - I actually enjoyed the process of going out and being social, and especially the coffee breaks. But I despised the actual preaching work and was disheartened early on about the futility of it all. Due to the intense pressure I did regular pioneer for some time in my late teens. I had an awesome pioneer partner who knew all the shortcuts so it wasn't too bad.
It all came to a head when my father punished me by forcing me out on a brutally hot August morning. Even though I was regular pioneering, I had "banked" my hours and was taking most of the month off since I had already reached my quota. There was a local needs talk about not doing this as pioneers and encouraging others by taking the lead, so I was quite literally forced to go out anyway.
There were a lot of triggering moments in this blog entry, but I am better off for writing it down finally after all these years.
Below is the link.