At first I was afraid… I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never create a retreat without luck on my side. But then I spent so many nights thinking how I awesome it would be and said ‘Ah, what the hell… let’s give it a burl”...
In classic Claire Style, I finalised my slides at 10 o’clock the night before we drove from Melbourne to Mt Martha to set up our tent and glamp amidst the picturesque Scout Camp on the Mornington Peninsula. The book wasn’t ready, I had no hand-outs, only a few business cards left, hardly any voice due to a super-shit-ly-timed head cold, but never mind, “no one was coming to my workshop anyway”.
It’s the beginning of a new year. We’re all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Ready to take on the world (or at least make some really good toast).
You know what that means… just like we’re bombarded by hot cross buns the day after Christmas, we’ve been bombarded by planning tools by the hundred since late last year.
Guilty. I’m one of them. Been there, done that, sold the planner.