Well hello, there, Wednesday, how did you get here so fast? I barely took a breath and all of a sudden it’s been a week since my last post.
That’s not true. I took a lot of deep breaths in the past week. Deep, wonderful, soulful breaths.
I spent the weekend in Athabasca, Canada at a writing retreat with some of the most amazing women I’ve ever met. I went for the writing, the yoga, and the company. I had a sneaking suspicion that I would get a whole hell of a lot more that.
My journal is full of powerful scribbles about bios and ideas, but it’s the big lessons that are still blowing my mind.
You have to find your people.
I have never felt so comfortable being honest with a room full of women I’ve just met. Being around women who understood me immediately was like a personal recharge for my authentic self. When you don’t feel like you have to fit in, you start to clear out the smog and start shining a little more of the true you.
…and get over it when they’re not.
There are going to be people who aren’t going to be so keen on my personality, life choices, preference for making ridiculous faces… I finally feel like I can loosen my grip on my desire for people to like me. Some will. Some won’t. I’m going stop wasting my chocolate chip cookies (and worries) on the latter.
Things have a funny way of working out when you show up with the faith that everything will be okay.
You gotta own it.
Some of the things that I find most embarrassing about myself are actually some of the most endearing.
Be around people who inspire you.
They will make you dig deeper every single time.
Show up and see where it takes you.
I had a gut feeling that I needed to go to this retreat. I didn’t know why, but I went with it. Yup, my instinct definitely won this round.