My self care pratice is forcing me to go on retreat the weekend before Holy Week. Isn't that brilliant? It's like they knew. They didn't. Easter is too early. They didn't know when we would start. It just happened that way. Not that I'm that stressed out about Holy Week. I mean, I'm the associate. I don't do that much. (This is said with slight venom.)
But, who cares? I'm packing an overnight bag and going to hang out in a coastal community just a tad north of here. I'm going to stay at a bed and breakfast. I'm going to go to a museum that hosts one of my favorite artists -- and I'm told has more of his work than Texas. I'm going to enjoy the beauty of the state I live in because -- I have to take a retreat this weekend. Bummer, right?
I love self care.