... and blogged this before. Like a looping sense of deja vu where every day is just as mundane as the last. Remind me again why I was so quick to grow up? Adulthood seems like a never ending cycle of work and responsibility. I feel like throwing a tantrum. Kids have all the fun.
I know, it sounds unbecoming to be complaining about something so trivial. I am just having a moment. It will pass.
Turning my thoughts elsewhere ... how do you members of religious communities do it; find contentment in the daily routine of monastic life? Matins, trece, sext, none, vespers, compline... over and over and over again. I know monastic life has been compared to the equivalent of heaven on earth, where in heaven we will be in ceaseless prayer.
However ...I was kind of hoping heaven would be more like a pub where the taps never run dry and cigarettes don't make you cough or choke. Maybe this is just another confirmation that a future wearing a habit is not my calling.