What Choosing Yourself Actually Looks Like
Even tired. Even nervous.
It doesn't look like a grand gesture. It rarely does.
It looks like booking the thing you've been thinking about for two years. We all do this: thinking we have so much time in this little life. It looks like getting on a plane, maybe a tad nervous. It looks like sitting at a table in the sunshine with a glass of something local and cold and thinking: I'm here. I actually came. I did IT.
I went on my first SELF retreat 2 years ago... and it felt like magic. To be honest it took me half of a day to settle into being taken care of. Not worrying about anything or anyone besides myself... and something clicked inside. THIS. This is what women need. The slowdown. The softness of other women. The story telling and making beautiful life long friendships.
It can look like morning yoga that feels like pleasure instead of obligation. (And if you never come to a yoga session that is OK!) Like an afternoon with nowhere to be. Like a conversation with a woman you've just met who somehow already understands exactly what you mean.
This is what a retreat feels like. Putting yourself FIRST.
See you in France🍷✨
