Hi, Taylor!
I am not now a nun, but I was a postulant and novice in a contemplative Benedictine monastery for just over two years. I entered when I was 19 (having just completed my second year of college) and left when I was 21.
So, being a nun was not exactly like being with God 24/7. I mean, it wasn’t like stepping into the cloister knocked down the wall between us and heaven. For the most part, being in the cloister was like being in a big, extended family. There was the prioress who was very much the mom of the community. There were nuns like sisters, like aunts, like cousins… Tons of love and support, but we also drove each other crazy with our bad habits, our quirks, and just our own differences in personality.
Being in a cloister, we spent about six hours a day in community prayer in the chapel. Most of our work was done in silence, and in that silence we sought union with Christ through our work for Him. And our work was abundant

Providing for a house of 20 women, plus guests (anywhere from a couple to over 40) took much constant work. Along with the cooking and cleaning (cleaning guest rooms, the chapel, the kitchen, the cloister halls, the novitiate, the refectory, the recreation room, doing the laundry, doing the dishes…), there was also work on the grounds – tending the animals, cleaning their pens/sheds, tending the flower and vegetable gardens, mowing the lawns, fixing the fences, raking the leaves, gathering the apples and other tree fruit…
If you can find God in mundane, physical tasks, then the cloister could indeed be like being with God 24/7.
Shortly before I discerned that God wanted me to leave the cloister, I had a moment in which I realized that doing my work with the intention of union with Christ had actually transformed every moment of my day. My experience of God was no longer just in the chapel. He was everywhere, in every breath, in every chore, in every step. In other words, after two years in the cloister, I was finally able to just pray with Him all the time – because my work had become my prayer.
As for living under a rule, well, truthfully, I wasn’t very good at it.

That’s one indication that I did not have a vocation to be a consecrated religious. The Rule of St. Benedict is truly beautiful, and I appreciate it now much better than when I was a teenager. I’m also much better at following rules
God bless you in your discernment. I’ll be praying for you!
Gertie