I got an email from my friend and yoga instructor about a women's retreat. Right off the bat "women's retreat" made me twitch. I am not "that woman." It brought to mind chanting circles in the grass and food cooked over a Bunsen burner filled with women I would have nothing in common with. "Crunchy" women, you know what I mean. After a few weeks I went back and re-read the email and looked at the website again. My friend, Ali is not "that girl" either, so I was intrigued. I looked at the facebook posts and didn't see anything scary. There was no howling at the moon or macramé. What I did see was a bunch of women who seemed to enjoy each other. Some who looked like me, some who didn't.
One day when I was feeling particularly put upon, when I felt like the "to-do lists" included everyone in my family but me, I went back to the website and registered for what would turn out to be one of the best experiences of my adult life! No joke.