I’m sitting here in Provo airport waiting to board my flight home. It’s only 12pm now, but I have about 6 hours of travel ahead of me, and a time change, so I’m not looking to be home before 7pm.
I’m exhausted and emotionally depleted, but in the best way possible I think. I have nothing bad to say about this weekend. It was everything I needed it to be, and I’m coming out of it with new friendships that feel absolutely so genuine and real and sincere.
I made connections with some seriously beautiful people, and that’s the best thing I could’ve possibly gotten from this weekend. I have more to say, but for now, I’m so completely depleted and just emotionally tapped out.
Sleep didn’t come easily last night, I don’t think I got more than a few hours. But it was worth it to have those late night conversations outside in the Utah mountains….even if those conversations were a lot about buttholes and Brazilians. 🤷🏻♀️😂🤦🏻♀️
Seriously though, I have a lot to say, and a lot to feel and reflect on.
For now, I can’t wait to go home and shower and wash my face and get the smell of bonfire smoke out of my hair.
I’m deeply concerned about reentering reality, and not having the support of therapy tomorrow evening.
But I will do my best to just…make it. And let my husband love me and hold me, like only he knows how to do.
Tonight might be hard. Tomorrow might be harder. But I have new people in my life who are truly amazing.
And I’m going to take that with me, and hopefully that will be enough to carry me through the inevitable retreat hangover.
