I am going on retreat.

In related news, I have (surprise!) some issues with the word.

All this pulling back.

I like the “inward reflection” part. Hard to get away from the negative “running away” part though.

I prefer to think of it as the fun kind of hiding rather than the scared kind. But either way, I’m retreating.

Retreating for a weekend.

Yoga retreat this weekend. In Austin.

Learning, not teaching.

It’s weird because every training I’ve ever gone to has had some big purpose. Professional growth, certification, meeting someone specific.

This one is just for me.

And yeah, I realize that “me” also counts as a big purpose. It’s still not the same thing.

Retreating from my writing.

I’m having carpal tunnel-ey stuff. I’m predicting trouble with the transition to voice-to-text software.

I’m tired.

Some of you, I’m sure, will be rejoicing at the thought of shorter posts.

For me, though, since writing is what I do for therapy, this is going to be kind of weird.

Retreating from my practice.

Well, softening it. More restorative yoga. But less jumping around.

More tramping. Less walking.

More focus on Shiva Nata. Less teaching and writing about it. Yes, I will still be teaching and writing — just not as much.

Retreating from people.

As most of you know, I’m on sabbatical from email, which is pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

I also took down all the “call me!” bits from my site because the truth is that I’m not crazy about having people call me.

And as you probably figured out from what I said the other day, I’m sure as hell not going to be out “networking”. Still recovering from that.

Walking the talk. Or trying to.

I talk a lot about creating systems and structures (whether in business or in any other part of your life) to help you feel safe, supported and loved.

Safe, supported and loved.

And about being able to ask for help, which is something I suck at.

Will be thinking about these things in my retreat. As I retreat. Because I need to lead by example too.

I still love you all madly.

It’s just that I’m going to need to sit in hiding (what one of my Kitchen Table guys calls my Angel Refueling Station) for a bit.

We may check-in on Friday, because, you know, it’s tradition. And we’ll be back from Austin on Tuesday.

I need to retreat until I know what I need to take back from my retreat.

Until I know what I need for my return.

Selma is still here. I’m still here. Just quieter for a while. That’s all.

The Fluent Self