I prayed. A lot. And received absolute clarity about the road I had to travel. Not just once, but over, and over, and over again, from many different sources in my life, both internal and external, and it was consistent over the course of many years.
And I was absolutely terrified. I fought it. I tried to use reasoning to prove to myself that I was wrong. When that failed, I invented moral justifications for why that could not be what God was telling me to do. But when I looked into myself, I realized that those justifications, which I was pretending were based on morals, were really just manifestations of my fear.
My vocation director told me I was wrong. My parents didn’t like it. I didn’t like it. But the message from God was abundantly clear. So I went where He told me to go.