The forecast called for rain on the coast and my human (read: ego) mind told me this would put a damper on the retreat. I worried people would be unsatisfied with accommodations. I didn't have every class planned to a T. My outfits weren't perfectly curated (I know, eye roll - hey, I'm a yoga teacher, not a saint). At the very first class on the first evening, I made a mistake. I'll spare the details, but it was all the proof I needed to "know" I was an imposter. Who did I think I was hosting a yoga retreat? My small self told me I was stupid and a fraud.
While Greg and I got ready for bed that night, I told him all my insecurities and he simply said, "Lizzie, you can't control everything. You gotta let go."
Oh yeah. In that moment, I remembered.
I can't control ANYTHING.