adventures of an amateur nun

did i say nun?
i meant non-religious woman staying in a convent.


i am learning how to be a doula
and i am doing this at the fcj christian retreat centre in calgary
which is truly a lovely place to be.

however.
on the first night of my stay.
i had what i will refer to as
a summer camp melt down
where i cried like a little girl
for approximately 35 minutes.
why?
because.
i cannot function in places that are too calm.
again.
i cannot function in places that are too calm.

i need chaos.
it keeps me going.
so.
i sat in this very quiet
very quaint room building
and i broke down and sobbed.

thankfully, i sobbed myself to sleep
and woke up feeling swollen and a little bit happier.

other things you need to know (post summer camp melt down)

i met some awesome women
who have the same goal as me:
empowering women and ensuring the ultimate birth experience.

i went against my beliefs as a yogi and a person in general

and bought leggings at lulu lemon

....and a sweater...

i waited approximately 15 minutes for a hot shower

within this 15 minutes i debated stealing the kettle

and giving myself a sponge bath (honestly)

several times.

i ate much glorious food.

i learnt. a lot.

i got intimidated. a lot.

i laughed. a lot.

i got teary-eyed when we watched a video of births.

i expanded my mind and heart.

and it really does not get better than that.

p.s. - more posts to come on doula-ism. promise.