When I was little we had a subscription to National Geographic. These magazines served many purposes in our house–from inspiration for school assignments to fodder for art projects–each issue was dog eared and poured over by each of us. One of my favorites featured an essay about life in Mongolia. I was fascinated by the descriptions of yurts and a trip to Mongolia became a prominent part of my childhood bucket list. While I have very little desire to go to Mongolia nowadays…I still retain my fascination with yurts.
So, today, I did it. I booked a solo retreat in a yurt in Northern Minnesota. For 3 nights I will be sleeping alone (no wife and no child!) within the round roomed den that will be home away from home. Apart from my return to Maui for my mother’s memorial service (a trip that I also took alone) this will be my first time alone in over 2 and a half years (the Maui trip did not actually contain any “alone” time). I can’t wait.
But, I’m a little nervous.
What will I do…by myself.
Guess that’s part of the point!
