Had an interesting experience yesterday. Have been out of state presenting a lot the last two weeks  (4 days last week and 3 days this week) and gave my final talk on Thursday for the employee health program I've been facilitating in Sacramento. I've thoroughly enjoyed this 10-week program, especially working with the women in the group, so wanted our final day to be special. I got up early and baked my favorite chocolate cake and picked a bunch of Fuju Persimmons from our garden to share with them. As I always do, I checked my bag for the special MAC VGA connector and set off right on time.

When I arrived at my destination and pulled my bag out of the car I noticed it felt much lighter than usual. It hit me immediately:  I'd forgot to pack my computer!  I stood very still for a moment, completely stunned that I would forget the most essential piece of equipment needed that day. I felt an old familiar voice attempt to rise and scream of my stupidity but slowly I chose instead to smile. Ahhh...this too. I knew I had no choice but to accept my reality.

I assumed we'd just have to follow the PowerPoint (PPT) handout pages I'd sent as a .pdf file ahead of time and ask to use one of their laptops to access the YouTube video I'd planned to show. Things worked out even better than that, as the office manager suggested I use the .pdf file as I would the PPT file and the talk went off without a hitch. Well...almost.

As a closing ritual, the program has a really lovely "Rock Exercise" where each of us chooses to get rid of one of the "rocks" (i.e.: beliefs, behaviors, etc) we wanted to divest ourselves of. I went first. After stating my "rock" I gently dropped it (a real stone from my garden--we each had one) into a basket I'd placed on the floor. It bounced out and rolled away. I realized that the basket needed to be on the table. Tried again, this time even more carefully. Again, the rock bounced out of the basket and rolled onto the floor. The group members and I realized that maybe the universe was telling me that I was not yet ready to give up this rock! I decided to forget the basket, which worked much better. Although we had a hardy laugh at my experience, it ended up being a very sacred ritual with heartfelt tears as other's rocks were released.

I will miss my Thursday buddies.

For those of you who celebrate, I send wishes for a happy Thanksgiving and a joyous Hanukkah. 

 [Originally posted on the G├╝rze Books Eating Disorders Blogs]