a musical I actually enjoyed

Yesterday just got better. Bridgette and I tried to get tickets for Faustovi but it was already sold out. Instead we rode the metro down to Divadlo Hudebni and saw Victor/Victoria. In Czech! Haha, it was quite good. I was thoroughly entranced by the magic of the theater once more. Yes, sometimes I forget how great it can be...

We also ate the fastest dinner in a Czech restaraunt on record, in under thirty minutes. Pizza and carrots cooked in white wine, very tasty.

ten Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys

I went to listen to Father Jerome celebrate Mass today in the Infant of Prague cathedral. Also to Confession, because it has been months and I felt the need to unburden my soul to someone who might stand a better chance of understanding my personal litany of pain.

He was kind, even when I started to cry. We talked for a long time, and in the end when he absolved me I really did feel it.

Father Jerome advised me not to think so much. That's something I've been told by so many people in my life, my mother, my teachers, my friends. Only now, coming from a priest in a Prague cathedral, is it finally making sense.

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing with myself. Part of me wants this life I've dreamed of however indistinctly all my life. Finishing a PhD, becoming a professor, writing books, traveling, being someone like Hana in the end. Yet there is part of me that speaks sometimes in a quiet voice, a part of me that wants to leave and join a convent. Maybe teach in a Catholic school. I don't know.