So here we are: Cape Ann, Massachusetts, Rockport, Pidgeon Cove, the lovely Quaterdeck Inn-by-the-sea! I can’t wait to see what it looks like in daylight. All of our rooms face the water. The room I’m sharing has a wall that is all windows looking out at the ocean. Our sunrise tomorrow should be pretty fab.
“The room I’m sharing” … yes, because I’m not alone. For those who don’t know me outside of this blog, I am a lousy sharer. Really. No, REALLY. And sharing a room is pretty low on the list of things I like to do. But it’s a little pricey with six staff members on this trip for all of us to have our own room, so there’s some sharing.
And it’s fine, actually. It’s certainly not the end of the world, I’m just being a baby. I’ve shared a hotel room with this co-worker before (when we co-facilitated a workshop at the WE LEARN conference three years ago), so I already know we’ll be fine together. We get along quite well and our very different selves fit nicely in shared space. I made a bit of a fuss about it, but now that we’re here, it couldn’t matter less. We have a huge room, a double-sinked bath, and space to really spread out. Pretty sure I’ll be fine. And yes, the wall of windows overlooking the Atlantic doesn’t hurt. Not a bit.
Still not sure what to expect from the next three days of our retreat, but definitely looking forward to getting things going.
My life should have been
by the sea —
born on the water, my skin
(never the winter-grey, weak tea
reflected in the mirror tonight).
Cape Ann, Jamaica, Sagres, Sardinia … the sea is right.
And just to make this post as overly-busy as possible: