Nobody in particular, mind you, just a feeling that I needed to be different. Early in the novitiate, I thought that being holy meant changing an essential part of who I was, suppressing my personality, not building on it. I was eradicating my natural desires and inclinations, rather than asking God to sanctify and even perfect them. Here’s the way I thought about it: I knew that I certainly wasn’t a holy person, so therefore being holy must mean being a different person. As strange as it sounds, I thought that being myself
