Some Day

Everything I want is on the other side of my fear
What would I do if I wasn’t afraid?
“Some day”  is not a day of the week.

I heard this in a homily, and it brought forward some thoughts that I wanted to share. When I first began to discern religious life, I was very fearful. I didn’t think I was holy enough to be a sister. I was fearful of not fitting in and not being smart enough. I was afraid I didn’t have enough theology knowledge. Even with all this fear, I kept visiting the monastery. Every time I visited, I fell more in love with our way of life. It became harder and harder to leave. What I wanted was behind the fear. It was behind the “some day.” I needed to take the first step and go beyond my fear, and I am grateful that I did.