Retreat

I’m on the final countdown. I get to leave in one hour. And not come back until tomorrow night.

Our church is hosting their every-other-year (bi-annual, or does that mean twice a year? Semi-annual?) ladie’s retreat weekend. This is the first time I’ve ever WANTED to go socialize with other ladies and focus inward, outward, and upward.

After a plated dinner (which has a lot of us worried–we’re used to unbreakable melamine dishes, skipping meals, wiping dirty hands and faces, and snarfing down a banana while driving as our meals) and a speaker we have FREE TIME. To write, sleep, read, talk, draw, bathe, whatever our little hearts desire.

Tomorrow morning again we will have breakfast made for us, another speaker, lunch, and then CHOICES. Do I want to see a movie and learn how to do creative thinking exercises after watching a movie? Do I want to do a craft?

Diane and I are leading a 45 minute session to educate other women on the signs and symptoms of PPD as well as how to support a new family who might be struggling with a new baby transition.

Then more free time, another meal, and one last session to close out the weekend.

Being a life-long learner, I love sponging up new knowledge and experiences. Now that my meds are better adjusted, I’m back to my social self.  Speaking in front of people sharing my story and educating, one of the things I love doing.

Five minutes down…guess I’d better finish packing my bag. I’m like a jr. higher waiting for the 3 o’clock bell to ring. This is crazy!