Kind of had to chuckle and grimace simultaneously today. During confession, the priest told me I need to spend more time with good, Catholic friends. I definitely wish I could, but I feel that I've had hermitage forced on me.
Consolations and dis-consolations go hand in hand, the gate is strait and the way narrow.

Carrying our Cross isn't always easy, I try to find the Lords' sweetness even in the dis-consolations.
- For my yoke is sweet and my burden light.
- If so be you have tasted that the Lord is sweet.
- The Lord is sweet and righteous: therefore he will give a law to sinners in the way.
- O taste, and see that the Lord is sweet: blessed is the man that hopeth in him.
- For the Lord is sweet, his mercy endureth for ever, and his truth to generation and generation.
- The Lord is sweet to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.
- Praise ye the Lord, for the Lord is good: sing ye to his name, for it is sweet.
- But thou, O Lord, do with me for thy name's sake: because thy mercy is sweet. Do thou deliver me,
- O how good and sweet is thy spirit, O Lord, in all things!