I’ve been back for 10 days from running my retreat in Bali and it feels like a lifetime. All the build up, the planning, the anticipation, then the warmth, the joy, the learning, the teaching, the uncovering, the clarity, and then BOOM!
It’s finished.
It’s over.
A bit like Christmas when you’re a kid. Or even when you’re an adult. You have a month or more of excitement, events, preparation, then you gorge yourself, your adrenalin flies and then crash. It’s done.
Why do really great, momentous events have to feel like this?