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writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/21.md

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 I had a sudden memory today, during my final session of the day.
 
-I was seeing a young wolf who was struggling with getting settled in his program at university, and I had a sudden recollection about leaving Saint John's, all those years ago. It was strange to feel that sudden demanding of attention come over me, that sudden rush that required me to think about the past *right now*, with no recourse to avoid it. It led to an unintended silence between me and my patient.
+I was seeing a young wolf who was struggling with getting settled in his degree at university and feeling guilty for not taking to it right off the bat, and I had a sudden recollection about leaving Saint John's, all those years ago. It was strange to feel that sudden demanding of attention come over me, that sudden rush that required me to think about the past *right now*, with no recourse to avoid it. It led to an unintended silence between me and my patient.
 
 "So, I don't know," he said after the silence grew uncomfortable. "What do you think?"
 
@@ -18,4 +18,46 @@ He laughed. "Okay, yeah, I can see that."
 
 "But you didn't," he hazarded, gesturing at my degree on the wall. *Master of Social Work, Univerity of Idaho, Sawtooth.*
 
-"I didn't, no. Another 
+"I didn't, no. Another option that we discussed was me transferring out of the program and into something else. I opted for that."
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+"How, though? Why? Like...why would you choose that over the other option or toughing it out in your divinity stuff?"
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+I shrugged. "It was complicated."
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+"You're telling me," he said, rolling his eyes.
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+"I know you don't share my faith, but those are the terms I think of that conversation happening in, so you'll have to forgive me for using them."
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+He nodded for me to continue.
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+"There is a process called discernment in these situations, wherein you do your best to discern God's plan for you in life. Do you go on to get married? Do you go into monastic life? Ministerial life? Hermitage?"
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+"And you chose married life?"
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+My mind flashed to Kay and I held back a wince. I laughed to hide my discomfort. "I chose helping others, which is why I'm here, but God's plan for me was to do so directly, one on one. It's easier for me to be genuine one on one with someone than it is for me to relate to a group. It's easier for me to have a conversation and work out problems together than it is for me to teach and preach. My advisor agreed, and said, *God needs saints more than he needs priests,* which stuck with me."
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+He nodded, and I could sense a hint of impatience in the gesture. "I don't have God to lean on, though. I'm not sure I believe in any overarching plan for me to reach a goal or whatever."
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+I shook my head. "No, I understand, that's just the language I was using at the time, but the act of discernment is what I'm getting at. It's not a one-and-done deal. At least, not for most of us normal, imperfect folks. It's an ongoing conversation we have with ourselves about what's important to us and how we get where we want to be."
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+At that, he relaxed. "Oh, yeah, I get that. Like, I went into school thinking it'd be great to do chemistry and get into, I dunno, materials science or something, and I'm struggling with that. I guess a better way to think of it would be something like, uh...I guess I'm having this conversation--"
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+"Or you need to," I interjected. "The discomfort may be a sign that the conversation isn't over yet."
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+"Yeah, I need to continue to work on this process of nailing down what it is I want to do."
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+I nodded. "And one thing that falls out of that is that you're going to learn more from yourself and maybe things change. There's no harm in them changing, you're just getting new data from yourself about it."
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+He brightened up. "Yeah. Yeah! I like that."
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+I like him. I like all of my patients, of course, but he's a good kid, and far smarter than I was at his age.
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+I was just so sure of myself, back then. I was positive that I wanted to get my BA, then my MDiv, then head back here to Sawtooth and start right away in the ministry. My parents were also incredibly pleased with this decision, if decision it was. It felt like a decision at the time, but now I'm not so sure.
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+Did I decide to do something that felt so self-evident? Was it just the path of least resistance? I remember when I began to struggle, when I decided leave the program, that conversation with God. I remember admitting it to myself, the confession the next morning, the meeting with Father Borenson, my advisor.
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+But was *that* a decision? Was I giving responsibility to God for an action that I myself took?
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+These feelings of doubt have been cropping up more and more, recently. I do not doubt in God, but I am beginning to question my relationship with Him. Saying "God knows what is best" is an awfully handy way to absolve oneself from the responsibility for one's actions.
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+I know I'm right to not be in