Re-entry is a bitch.
Has anyone ever been on an incredible trip where life feels surreal, then you come back and it’s kind of hell? Yea, I now call that re-entry.
Mid last week to Sunday I went on a mind, body, and spirit retreat with 14 other women and to say it was magical would be an understatement. We explored nature, our spirituality, our inner child, and I left with 14 women who I had begun the week with as strangers but now sincerely are women I can’t imagine life without.
We talked about how the days spent together felt like an alternate universe or timeline, that we all surrendered to the call, to not be in charge, to do the work, and to come out of the weekend having the strength to face and change the world.
So, re-entry, that moment when you have to come “back” - mine looked like staying one more night at a friends’ house, then an Uber, then an airplane, then a car ride, then sleep for 6 hours, then adult duties, then a shower, then making dinner, then relaxing, then back to bed.
Doesn’t sound too bad? Well, right, it wasn’t…the first day. As I slowly return to the day to day, I was met with an avalanche of feelings today, all of which were not me, not mine. What in the actual crap is this? I had meetings this morning that were supposed to make my day but I felt heavy - so when I was done, I signed out of adulting and went back to bed.
After an hour, I felt a little better and decided to have lunch with my husband and baby dogs, which I continued then to get a little better. Then I needed ice cream, so my dreamy husband went to Dairy Dream to pick it up (chocolate ice cream with cookie dough and m&m’s for those who matter). So, filled with lunch, ice cream and a bunch of chocolatey candy bits - I scooped up intentions for the remainder of the afternoon and I will only do what serves me.
I choose grace in this moment (it’s 2:22, thank you spirit team), I trust that today went and is going the way it’s supposed to and I’m along for the ride.
Don’t ever force yourself to do anything that doesn’t feel right and if you can’t adult, then opt out for a bit to reset - please don’t say you can’t because that means you don’t have agency over yourself and you’re locked in a dungeon somewhere - send smoke signals.
Trust yourself, opt out or unsubscribe, especially in this month when many are returning from spring break trips. Use your heat shield, whatever it takes - protect your peace.
Roger that.
