Tonight I went to a meeting for our first annual Real Life Women’s Retreat. I went in apprehensively. I know that we have some amazing women in my church, but that doesn’t make it easier to consider spending an entire weekend together. In a small hotel. Without the autonomy of one’s own car. When your greatest fear is a group of women in a small space.
So, tonight as we were discussing the food that will be served at the reception, I learned a lot of useful information. About the wonders of menopause. Hot flashes. Snoring. A myriad of things that make me want to invent anti-aging serum. I literally plugged my ears at one point. I almost started humming.
You see, I was inducted into some women’s Ya-Ya Sisterhood tonight. If I tell of the specifics of the things I learned, I may become shark food sometime between Jan. 19 and the 20th.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve wanted to get to know some of the women in church. So, I am looking forward to having the opportunity to develop those relationships. I am willing to begin to let my guard down so that people get to know me.
So, I am going to the retreat. Cautiously optimistic. But I am going.