That moment where my kind of work might qualify me to become an anchoress for the rest of my life.

Imagine that man, getting by just accepting freelance projects and contributing to GitHub. I don't wanna go outside anymore man just seal me into this dev cave beside a cathedral with an internet connection, brick by brick.

I don't mind if all of my earnings would be yeeted to the local bishop, really. I'll be happy man. I may have to beg for swag and computer parts every five years but a life of prayer and coding should do me some good.

But then there are no traditions for anchorages here in the Philippines. This is the only thing about Hispanic liturgical tradition that I don't like.

So I content myself with the next best thing. Discerning to marry my boyfriend.

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