The trouble with trying to lead a so-called ‘spiritual life’ is that one can feel a kind of relentless requirement to be good all the time. Not only to be good but to do good.
As a corrective I have decided to introduce some wickedness into my life. Not the kind of fake evil that people pretend is wicked like eating cream or bacon when you’ve told yourself you’re a vegetarian. I mean the real stuff. I thought I’d begin at the deep end with something unavoidably immoral – blackmail.
I have told my oldest son that I won’t forward his post until he sends me an old family video that I’ve been asking him for for seven years. And it’s worked! It is apparently on its way.
How satisfying! I can feel myself looking around for the next utterly immoral project…