Last weekend was my last hurdle in the art of letting go. The universe has a sense of humor, as she dropped me directly across the street from this year’s music festival. I could hear the music bumping across the street, while I set up for my first massage at the retreat. I wasn’t going to mention it. I’ve said what I needed to say. I’m letting go and moving on. I got this.
My first client mentioned it. Wasn’t prepared for that. They had all walked down to the festival earlier that day. I’ll admit that I still felt the need to tell her that the festival existed because of me. I gave her the short version of my story. And it was such an eerie feeling, to be a ghost in the background of this incredible happening. But I also ended up having a beautiful conversation about enjoying the craft that I’ve made my career out of. And I have learned to count my blessings, especially when times are tough.
By my third client, I didn’t even mention it. Most likely because my second client was another awakened soul who reminded me that intention is everything. She shared her story and became my hero while I remained grounded in the awe of her perspective on humanity.
I had to drive back on Sunday morning. I had a 90 minute session, rolled over from the night before. The only time that I thought about the festival was when I drove past it on my way in. It was cold and rainy. I wondered if they had all worked together this year. I was thankful that I wasn’t down there, in the cold wet weather, feeling like I had felt last year.
I was tucked safely away, in a warm and cozy room. My shoulder healed, my wallet full, and my heart open. Helen Reddy was singing in the background, “I am Woman, hear me roar!.” I smiled, knowing that I was being paid to hear amazing stories and be one of the best parts of Girls Weekend. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. My life is everything I’ve ever wanted it to be. Not many people can say that.
On Sunday night, I got drunk with my cousin at the new pub in town. I had some demons to release at the end of my week. I asked him if he’d like to help me organize a music festival. He said, “Hell yes I would!” and we bumped drinks, cheersed each other, and hope was born again. This time around, I’m going in with some experience under my belt and a team that I can trust.
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