Five years ago, I went to art camp. I decided to go on an impulse after I'd been to another, so out of my league larger, weekend long event for bloggers. That large weekend wasn't for me; my people were going to be gathering on a lake in the woods of New Hampshire and at the very last minute, I was able to go.
Since that September weekend five years ago, I've learned a few things:
- Retreats are an opportunity to examine your creative dreams.
- Classes are available to experiment and seek out your interests,
- and strong friendships are built.
- It can also be a way to connect to your truth.
- I found all of that, but mostly I found myself; the person I'd set aside when I left interior design.
- I didn't believe I could be an artist and an acupuncturist,
- and I was completely burned out and needed a change.
- So I closed my creativity away and poked people, (which I loved), until I spent a weekend in the White Mountains on Squam lake.
- It was such an amazing, eye-opening, experience that I went again the following year.
- I've learned a tremendous amount since then.
- Including the truth that retreats are not for me.
- Big or small, group events are not my thing, no matter how much I'd like that to be otherwise.
- I love what retreats represent and I'm forever grateful to my own experiences because it truly opened my eyes.
- I also know that I'm shy and introverted, and I think that that combination in a group setting, brings out my unsavory bits.
- It's why I decided to withdraw from attending Squam this year, even though I was excited by its idea when I registered.
- When we bought our house, the logistics of attending weren't panning out.
- I was having doubts about the whole thing anyway, so I only tortured myself a little when I had to cancel.
- I wondered how I'd feel when it was time for camp.
- Now that its here, I couldn't be happier with how things have turned out.
- I don't have a freaking clue what my path is, but I know that I'm on my way.
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