Retreat

This not-so-little dome replaced the catwalks of New York City. And instead of models, I was surrounded with like-minded people also looking to reconnect with themselves.

Retreat

We all need to disconnect from time to time.

I hadn’t done so all year.

This past week I did the unthinkable in my world - I shut off my computer for a week and took time for me. Oh, lest I mention that this was also during New York Fashion Week - which I decided, for my mental health, to not go. You heard me right. Idalia Salsamendi made a conscious decision to not attend New York Fashion Week.

Instead I packed up my bags, drove to Portugal and attended a yoga retreat. Consensus: I found heaven on earth at Alamos. Added bonus? Dani came with. Yeah, my husband happily joined me on my soul-searching quest, my meditation classes, and even an aerial yoga session.

So the question is… did it work? Was I able to truly disconnect and not be in an constant state of NYFW FOMO? Because yes it does exist.

But ((hoorah!)) not this time.

The lesson this taught me is that I don’t need to be everywhere always. I have the option to choose how I want to live my life, and lead my business.

It may sound rather elementary, but it’s one of life’s lessons that’s been the hardest for me to not only grasp, but actually maintain. I’m a workaholic. I get it. I revel in it. I bask in the eye of the hurricane. But my life shouldn’t be as such. The past four years, I’ve been on a ever-evolving process of unlearning previous thinking patterns and learning new ones.

So that’s where you’re finding me now, in the delicate tightrope of the person I’m learning to let go of, and the person I’m rebuilding. The person that is at one with herself. The person that is not a workaholic, but a life-aholic. I’m reveling in the nowness of life. I'm basking in the eye of peace and true contentment.

Nothing to do with the exterior.

All inside.

All up to me.