last night and this morning

I really feel like a nun's reaction to me tonight


though it really made me feel like she stole my heart - and yet it inspired in me

to 'choose happy' and think on the good people in my life - like my therapist - who i looked

forward to seeing tonight. I felt out of sync when we talked - but she reassured me.

After we talked I knew that while alone I had to decide to do certain things with my self and time- and 

what I realized was that I may feel hollow but I also need to be self responsible- and perhaps

that act brought me back to a sense of home within.

 

I have to say that I am starting to get 'what this place is all about' - all the weird inter relations

and yet the demands now known - really aren't that much (not difficult) - though it can feel like a lot at times

- and  - FRANKLY I do not like serving liturgy

at least in the new priest's way - especially - but

I am 'getting' what this place is all about - it's low stress - and it's hermetic - separate and  yet together - and though

the temperature of devotion and obedience can be high - for some reason I feel like I am falling down

to earth about it - and I am seeing that I could create this somewhere else as well in the world.

It's very safe here. But I am seeing potential and understanding for what I would create somewhere else.

Would I be able to sustain the rationality somewhere else - like my therapist once said "you're smart enough to figure it out

but would my illness allow me to sustain it?" - I think I need to see that as my challenge and have ambition about it - 

not sure.

 

anyways - I am headed to bed. I hope you guys have a good week.

 


It was like that nun stole my heart and made me feel cut off and solitary, so I thought about the good people in my life and chose happy (like my friend John likes to say - it's really a great inspirational phrase!)

 

I guess we all have to move on like that when moments like that happen.

 

I’m going down a rabbit hole.

 

Things will be ok.

 

I woke up this morning - I decided to sleep in and I told the deaconess and the priest and sister 'I.' (nun in charger)
that I was doing so. The priest this morning sent me a text asking me to come down. I didn't open it

but I could read it. I am still taking it slow and I am going to continue to do so.

 

I feel trapped like there is no sense of possibility. I am going to try and go to the pub today for a snack and drink.

 

I took inspiration from my therapist's comments about the work she said she had to do.
I need to do work as well to get my creative act together.

I was a super student and did my work, all of it. I am a good worker too. But given the charge

to do it on my own, i haven't followed through so well. Something to think

about and be inspired by!

 


we all gotta make that structure for ourselves like that.