A while ago I went through a period of intense introspection and at the end of it was a question: could I be a nun?
In the end during a trip to northern India to meditate for 3 months, it turned out that it was more a romantic notion of mine. It's not just that the hills are alive, but that those mountains in the Himalayas are damn cold....
During that trip I was so immersed in this question: will I be a nun? Can I be a nun? That I went to India to explore. In the end I got sick, sick, I want my mummy sick, and so instead of extending my stay as I had been wanting to do to continue meditating over the Christmas period I came home 2 weeks early, got on the antibiotics and watched as my dreams of being a nun seemed to dissolve and life moved in an another direction.