Saturday night i had a bit of a breakdown once i realized i couldn't swing the DC trip in June. A little background info: no doubt you've noticed me blogging about Kimberly Wilson a number of times. I could list all the reasons she's the most incredible woman i've ever met (aside from my dear mother), but for the interest of time (and your attention span), let's just say that she changed my life. Simple as that. These days i'm lucky enough to call her a friend and been fortunate enough to attend two of her retreats - a week in Costa Rica in September 2007 and a weekend in upstate New York in March 2008.
Lately i've noticed my priorities getting out of whack and some unhealthy habits rearing their ugly heads. Wanting to "retreat" in every sense of the word, i considered the Texas Yoga Retreat being held at an ashram right outside of Austin. How perfect, no? A weekend of educational modules, oodles of yoga, healthy vegetarian eating, and ample time for reflection. But once i crunched all the numbers, i realized that my weekend in Austin would cost me more than dashing off to D.C. for Kimberly's Summer Solstice Staycation. Given the choice of spending 2 1/2 days retreating in Texas vs. spending one day with Kimberly in D.C., well, I choose D.C. and Kimberly. So i got all excited, looking up flights, making plans to stay with a dear friend, and was even going to leave Friday after work so i wouldn't have to take any time off (which also meant i'd basically only have Sat/Sun to play). It wasn't until later that evening when i realized what i was trying to do. Spend $400+ for 2 days in DC? 7 hours with my #1 Girl Crush/mentor/inspiration? She's worth every penny, no doubt, but i'm in no position to be so fiscally irresponsible. Reality hit and ow, it hurt. Maybe a year ago i would've spent this money without a second thought, but now that i'm finally financially independent and trying my darnest to save and get out of debt and be an adult, well, i just couldn't justify it.
Naturally after making this very mature/adult-like decision, i broke down in breathless, hiccupy tears just as i used to when i was about 4 years old and didn't get my way. Lola, being the sweet SWEET doll that she is, immediately perked up at the sound of my sobs and insisted on perching next to me in bed, frantically licking my tears away and nuzzling my neck. I decided right then and there to stop feeling sorry for myself and instread, pulled out some comforters and sheets and built myself a fort (easy to do considering i have a canopy bed - making it tres suitable for draping). Inside the fort i brought: Lola, a cup of tea, yummy snacks, my hot pink macbook, my copy of Hip Tranquil Chick, journal, colored pens, and lots of pillows. And that's where i spent the next 15 hours.
And then i woke up Sunday morning (okay, maybe closer to afternoon) in a much better mood. Made myself a cup of iced coffee to celebrate. Spent my Sunday doing laundry, cleaning, catching up on episodes of Gossip Girl (SO good these days, n'est ce pas??), Whole Foods-ing, and cooking a chicken enchilada casserole (stay tuned for recipe and pics).
How was your weekend?