Monday, May 27, 2013

Sister Julia? Probably Not.


Hey. I think I'm going to survive, people. I feel as though I'm slowly coming to life again.

My first big outing after my neutrophil crash took me to church yesterday. After Mass, I was snagged by Greg. "Hey there! I hear that you think that the cloistered life isn't for you!"

I had to think about that. Then.....HA! Oh, right. I had been extremely vocal about my claustrophobia when I was stuck inside on doctor-instructed house arrest to avoid germs. Anyone that had any kind of interaction with me either by phone or online knew without a doubt that I wasn't happy being in isolation. And I made my opinion of my reluctant reclusiveness very well known to anyone who would listen.

Yes. I would agree with Greg that I wouldn't do well as a cloistered nun. For several reasons......

Even delusions of grandeur as enormous as mine don't include me hanging out with the likes of Saint Therese of Lisieux, who was a cloistered Carmelite nun. 

Fr. O. saw me and chimed in, "Hi! They let you OUT?"

Yes. For good behavior!

He waggled his finger in front of my nose. "Julia. I know you, and that couldn't possibly be the TRUTH," he said with a twinkle in his eye, and everyone around us burst into laughter.

Ah, Father.....of course you're right......

It's so good to be out and about again. Even if I have to tolerate harassment.

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