In my last column for NCR, I wrote about my somewhat surprising desire to find a church home in my new city. I said there that I’m looking for a way to connect with people socially and politically, but there is a third aspect of the church search for which I ran out of room. I’m looking for spiritual fulfillment, too.
At this point in my move and in my life, my strongest desire regarding spirituality is for guidance. I’m still defining what this means for me. In the past, being “guided” by the Holy Spirit has meant following God’s perfect plan for my life to the letter, without so much as a toe straying from the predestined path. To discern the path took immense effort–prayer, sermons, advice from other Christians, fasting, listening for God’s voice,Â reading the Bible for passages that mysteriously illuminated themselves and spoke directly to my situation, pacing the floor for several of the last hours before decision deadline when a different answer arrived from all of those sources, and being dissatisfied with whatever the outcome of the decision was, thereby convincing myself that the decision was wrong.
Spiritual perfectionism is as mentally exhausting to live as that sentence was to read.Â I’m not sure if it was church, my own obsessive-compulsive tendencies or a combination of both that drove me to insist that righteous living was mistake-free, but whatever the cause,Â I’m not interested in pursuing that anymore. I would, however, like to know or at least have a better idea of where I’m going and what I should discard in order to get there. The goals I want to achieve by July 1, 2016 are ambitious, and they are many. They include submissions to and publication in popular, literary and academic journals, international travel, grant/scholarship/fellowship applications, and entrepreneurship. It’s enough to keep me busy 24/7, without ever leaving my writing desk chair to go to class. They seem big but not entirely unrealistic for someone taught to “think big, because you have a big God.”
But even if I complete them all, they are but one-year goals. When people ask me how long my MFA program is and what my plans are after it’s over, I can’t answer that question. I plan to write books and hope that people buy them; every writer does. Do I also plan to be a technical writer, teacher or housewife to a rich spouse in order to pay the bills while I write and pursue business ownership part-time? I don’t dream about most of those choices. I know I want to have published a book through a traditional publishing house by 2020. But “whatever it takes to get there,” or “if the Lord say the same,” don’t give me as much comfort as a concrete answer to, “What should I do?” would. At my age, I don’t have time to be directionless.