So I’m back from Sedona. I’ve actually been back since Sunday morning at, like, 3 a.m.
Before we left, they talked to us about integrating back into society. And now I understand why. At the retreat, we do hard things, but we’re surrounded by all this support and love from these women. We have so many similarities and so many differences, and somehow, we just bond.
While you’re there, it’s so much throwing up of emotions. Getting it all out through somatic breathwork, through yoga, through all these different outlets. I found that I had so much more pent-up energy in my body than I even realized.
Somatic breathwork was so cool. I have never had a release like the one I had in Sedona.
All these women are together. There’s singing, chanting, music. And you’re breathing this breath that’s so intense and beautiful. I felt almost high on nitrous. My body was tingling. I was crying my eyes out, screaming, and feeling all these emotions arise that I didn’t even know I had.
It was the most beautiful experience. Something I will never forget.
Then you come home.
I had a day where I just kind of chilled and ate something. We’d had such good, healthy food at the retreat that I didn’t want to screw up that feeling of having cleansed my whole body. So I’ve been trying to eat healthy, and that’s been working out pretty well.
But it’s not as easy when you don’t have a chef, you know?
It’s amazing to me how a few days can reignite that passion, that love for life that I do always have. It just gets caught up in everything. The negativity and the positivity. Everything going on with humanity, with nature, with the world, with the ozone. All the spirit and beauty get tangled up in it, and sometimes the negative overtakes the positive.
It’s sad, but it’s true.
I think I’m on day two of being home as I’m saying this, and that positivity high is starting to level out a little. But I really couldn’t have had a nicer retreat to do hard things.
We hiked up these huge, huge mountains in the beaming Arizona sunlight. We were women of all ages, all body types, all ethnicities, all walks of life. Hearing everyone’s different stories and watching us come together and bond as one was just beautiful.
There was so much synergy. So much confidence in each other. We lifted each other up and focused on what we needed to clear up within ourselves, so we could go back out and do what we needed to do for our loved ones, the people we care about, the people we work for. Whatever that looks like for each of us.
I came back with a new mindset. A new framework for looking at things. More beauty. More gratitude.
I cannot even imagine what it would be like having not gone on this trip. And I’m so excited to do it again and again and again.
Comfort Zone Retreats? I’m a Comfort Zone retreat girly now. There is just no way I’m not doing this as many times as I can in my life.
It’s life-changing. Literally life-changing.
And it wasn’t easy. It really was not easy. But all that support made it almost effortless to express myself. To pour my heart out, open it up, break it apart, and then have other people come help put it back together. To have them love on me and give me whatever I needed.
Everyone was always asking, “What do you need?”
When we were eating, we had to ask someone to feed us our first bite. Little things like that helped us start asking for help again.
Because we get so caught up in the world that we quit asking. We forget we can do that.
We quit eating right. We quit getting a good night’s sleep. We quit focusing on our breath. Our next breath.
And it is such a great, beautiful thing to be able to revamp.
