What does it mean to be a Mormon?

I am a Mormon.
I was born into the church.
6 billion people on this planet, roughly 14 million church members, and I got to be one of them. Handed the answers. It's often said, I wish I was given a handbook to life, or, I wish I had a handbook on parenting, etc. Well, I was born with the handbook. When I am down, I think about that. Heavenly Father trusted me with His eternal truths enough to give them to me at birth. I did not have to find them, or spend years in unhappiness wondering what my life was missing. This is a blessing of such magnitude that it should vanquish any bad feelings that come my way immediately. Should. It doesn't, because being a Mormon is also. Very. Hard. Easy in that its not complicated. But hard because it expects so much of me. I am going to start this blog by copying some of my journal entries into it every day until I run out of those and have to start thinking again. So, for starters, I love being a Mormon. Thank thee Heavenly Father.