I am probably going to look back on this blog in a year and laugh… and then answer all of these and how they turned out. For now, I think I am going to post all of those random “what ifs” that are coming to my mind about religious life (and me in it!!!). Some woman considering becoming a nun might someday find it encouraging to know that she is not alone…
My current “what-ifs” with 10 days before entrance:
WHAT IF:
- they do not like me
- I do not like them
- my Mistress is like sandpaper on an open sore
- I cannot stand to get up before daylight
- I am always falling asleep during the day
- I cannot sleep at night
- I am too crabby in the morning and I annoy everyone
- I never like coffee and end up having to make myself tea and its an annoyance, so I give it up and I feel left out because everyone else is drinking coffee (I told you they were random)
- I absolutely hate the food
- they eat a lot of dairy products (lactose intolerant!)
- they eat pork…. ew
- the aspirant outfit is just too dang uncomfortable
- I end up having to spend a small fortune on pantyhose (yes… we have to wear the awful stuff)
- I hold a grudge against someone and cannot seem to get over it and it distrupts the community life
- I take myself too seriously
- I cannot get over myself
- I worry about doing things wrong instead of just trying to do my best
- I miss my male friends and I feel like I am dying for the chance just to hang out with a guy (I have a lot of great guy friends…)
- decide it is not for me? Then what do I do?
- they decide its not for me but I do not feel the same way? Will I be totally heartbroken?
- I feel pressured
- I act fake
- I packed too much stuff
- I did not pack enough stuff
- I loose my bags at the airport
- I loose my relics at the airport (tears, for sure…)
- get super bored with going to Mass everyday
- my family smothers me when I come home on visits and it makes me feel like I want to run away from everything or just scream for at least three minutes
- my mom never accepts that I am an adult now and I HAVE to make decisions about my life before I wake up one day and realize I am 34 and everything looks bleak
- my parents die while I am in formation… what will happen to my brother?
- my dad dies… mom will lose the house…
- mom dies… dad cannot stand to take care of my brother himself
- I die… eh, not so bad… (not that I am wishing for it)
- I cannot get over my dog dying while I was in the convent (it is going to happen…)
- I never get to have a dog of my own
- I have to live with someome who tries to hurt me
- I feel trapped
- end up teaching and find out I hate it
- take my final vows and feel totally empty
- what if these stupid, nervous “what ifs” NEVER END???????????????????????????////
I have had some completely awful dreams ever since I submitted my application. I hope that they let up some time soon. In them I am usually dying or being attacked. It is so scary. I am sick of dreaming. I just want to wake up and stop being afraid of everything that I am going to experience.
Why am I afraid to let myself look foward to entering the convent? It just seems like every time I look forward to something it ends up not coming through. I guess I am being cynical and waiting for God to prove me wrong (begging Him to, really). I am ready to finally be fulfilled in life instead of trying to fulfill myself through studies and the accolades of my educational community. Vanity of vanities and all is vanities!
Is it normal for me to feel like this? I WISH PEOPLE TALKED ABOUT HOW THEY FELT MORE! They talk about being nervous, but never about the fear or in enough detail to be a consolation to those of us trying to enter without freaking out at the airport on the way to the convent and hiding in the bathroom.
And what is with these women dressing to the nines before they enter? I do not have clothing like that. I am going in in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Gosh. I do have a Prom dress I never got to wear that I got on clearance for $14. I always wanted to wear that, but it would be awkward on the plane. eh. It is just clothing, I guess. I will miss being comfortable, though. I do so HATE panty hose and vests.
Stupid vests.
Who ever invented them anyway? They are just bibs that cover your back. And pantyhose? It is like covering your legs in spiderweb? WHY? TO WHAT PURPOSE, I ASK YOU?
Stupid pantyhose.
I do not want to leave my friends. I finally have real, honest to goodness friends whom I can count on to bail me out of tight jams and NOW God calls me to the convent. I guess he could not call me when I did not have anything to offer him, eh?
Yet, we cannot give him something without getting it back 1,000 fold, right? Just when I gave up all hope of becoming a nun… I am now entering the convent. ugh.
I have never been this scared before. It is not an adrenaline type fear… it is more a deep ache in the pit on my stomach and a bit of restlessness before I fall asleep at night. It is a spectre that haunts my mind and will appear to me at the most random moments and with the most distorted features. I know this fear is not reality, and it is blowing everything WAY out of proportion, but in a weird way there is a comfort in entertaining it; part of me seems to think that by considering all of these stupid what-ifs I can somehow not have to deal with them later? WRONG.
I know I will have to deal with these things; they ARE a part of being human, but I hardly think that they will be in the heart racing, drama-llama type way that I am forseeing them at the moment. Also half of them are probably just ridiculous.
Stupid what ifs.
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