I’m soaking in the last few minutes of solitude. Through a series of events, it happened that I ended up checked in for my flight and at the gate about three hours early. And it’s good. Good people watching, good decompressing, good reflection.
It was such a great weekend. I’m tired and ready to come home to my loves, but wow. This trip was exactly what I needed.
Texas is big and flat and though I barely saw anything while I was here, it’s now officially on my list of places that I actually do want to visit. I don’t think I met an unkind person while I was here. I didn’t venture off the hotel property much, but enough to feel welcome and loved on by all the Texans I met.
I didn’t come to this retreat with any burning questions, but I have left with answers to questions I didn’t even know I had.
It’s amazing how quickly the awkward “I know you online but who are you?” faded into easy conversation with what felt like old friends. Wine helped with that, but so did the feeling that these women, they are my people, my tribe. There were laughs and wows! and ‘hey, I totally get you’ moments… Kleenex boxes at the tables wiped away good, cleansing tears and we just enjoyed each other for 48 hours.
I’m excited to come home. I’m tired, but refreshed. I’m reflective, but forward-thinking. I’m ready to put my nose to the ground and do the work.
So, so good.
Yo soy La Lay 
I’m so happy for this journey you had! Glad to have you home again too!