An entire life spent trying to be what everyone expected.
Kneel, stand, the sign of the cross, Hail Mary & Our Father. Confess your sins to the envious pedophile. No worries, the confessional has a screen.
Not to mention peddling God door to door. A salesman without answers. No Christmas, no Easter, no makeup, no free will.
Let’s not forget the Hallelujahs and praise the Lord. Submit to your cheating husband. Do as you’re told.
Trying my damnedest to squeeze into a mold shaped by my fellow sinners. But I never fit.
This is what it is to find yourself. To choose to ignore all others, and follow God alone.
You will no longer find me tiptoeing down the path of eggshells laid out by those before me. You will find my path of eggshells thoroughly crushed beneath my feet, veering towards whatever end God has in store.
And sometimes, When God gets sick of telling me “this way dummy,” I’m sure there will be some, very prominent, me-shaped drag marks… as He takes me (likely kicking and screaming) down my rightful path, to the place He had prepared for me all along.