When Erin and I discussed our 2012 “We Never” project, we had a friendly debate about how we were going to choose our experiences. Were we going to only do those things that we always wanted to do but never did (a bucket list of sorts) or were we going to choose things just because we’d never done it (like, I don’t know, eat insects)?
It’s going to sound horrible but week 6 definitely fell in the second category for me. Ranking right up there with eating a termite (which I have done by the way) was going to a 26 hour retreat starting at 5pm on a Friday night, sleeping on the floor of the church hall and doing what? I didn’t know and wasn’t all that sure I wanted to find out. So you get the picture – I really did not want to go.
Well, I was as wrong as I could have been. The experience of attending the Cornerstone Catholic Retreat was one I wouldn’t have missed for the world. We spent the weekend with interesting, smart, strong women, ranging from grandmothers to 20-somethings. These women embraced both raw honesty and the refined gifts of forgiveness and redemption. By Sunday night, the puffy effects of little sleep and crying wore off but I’m hopeful that the emotional effects of the weekend stay with me for a lifetime.