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My first workshop was suggested by my hairdresser friend, Ilse, at the perfect time. One day when I had an appointment, she came to the rescue. The kind lady knew I was in the middle of ending a five-year relationship, which was going nowhere, and that I was having difficulty making the final decision. Up to that time, age 45, I believed that a good love life was the answer to all my problems. But during my PTSD recovery, I recognized that I’d been “looking for love” in all the wrong places. It took me many years to discover that real love already resided inside of me.
Back to that morning, Ilse was more bubbly than usual. I complimented her for being extra cheerful and my friend thanked me, “It’s interesting, Bettina, I feel totally better after last weekend. I went to a fantastic workshop, and in only three days I became more confident, learned to trust myself and make faster decisions. Bettina, you might consider the weekend retreat for yourself.”
“So, it really helped you, Ilse?”
“It did. I feel more empowered by taking responsibility for my own actions.”
“Wow, that’s quite a change, isn’t it? Well, you’re probably right. The retreat might just be what I need at this point in my life. What have I got to lose, anyway?”
Just in case I was interested, my friend handed me a brochure as I left the beauty salon. I thanked her for caring so much.
At home I settled down and read what was offered at the three-day seminar. I liked the information and registered for my first workshop ever. The next month went by slowly with nervous anticipation,
My first workshop was suggested by my hairdresser friend, Ilse, at the perfect time. One day when I had an appointment, she came to the rescue. The kind lady knew I was in the middle of ending a five-year relationship, which was going nowhere, and that I was having difficulty making the final decision. Up to that time, age 45, I believed that a good love life was the answer to all my problems. But during my PTSD recovery, I recognized that I’d been “looking for love” in all the wrong places. It took me many years to discover that real love already resided inside of me.
Back to that morning, Ilse was more bubbly than usual. I complimented her for being extra cheerful and my friend thanked me, “It’s interesting, Bettina, I feel totally better after last weekend. I went to a fantastic workshop, and in only three days I became more confident, learned to trust myself and make faster decisions. Bettina, you might consider the weekend retreat for yourself.”
“So, it really helped you, Ilse?”
“It did. I feel more empowered by taking responsibility for my own actions.”
“Wow, that’s quite a change, isn’t it? Well, you’re probably right. The retreat might just be what I need at this point in my life. What have I got to lose, anyway?”
Just in case I was interested, my friend handed me a brochure as I left the beauty salon. I thanked her for caring so much.
At home I settled down and read what was offered at the three-day seminar. I liked the information and registered for my first workshop ever. The next month went by slowly with nervous anticipation,