Hey YAMS fam! I owe y’all a little update—and an apology for canceling our Vibe Code session last weekend. I attended a women’s retreat and couldn’t step away to host. I’ll announce when the next session will be once I have the date confirmed. 🫶🏽 I needed this time to reflect, pray, and let go of some things I’ve been carrying. And I want to share what happened because this experience meant so much to me. Last weekend, I attended Faithfully HER, a women’s retreat centered on Healing, Empowerment, and Restoration. Friday through Sunday, about 65 women of different ages, backgrounds, careers, and walks of life gathered together. 😌🫶🏽 I had been looking forward to it. But the week of? Here came the anxiety, the restlessness, the overthinking: “Do we really have to stay at the hotel?” “What are we even going to do?” “What if people look at me because I’m coughing?” I was getting over a cold, hadn’t eaten, and was dragging my feet after work Friday. Your girl had an attitude before we even got there. But underneath all of that, I had been wrestling with something bigger. I had been having some very honest conversations with God. And by conversations, I mean sometimes yelling, crying, and asking: “Do you hear me? I see you blessing everybody else. What about me? Am I being left out?” 😔 Meanwhile, I’m always moving, overthinking, working, creating. Sitting still long enough to listen? That’s something I’m still learning how to do. Then came last weekend. Friday night, I walked into a room full of women who knew my mother. Mom is apparently Mrs. Popular, while I’m beside her trying to manage my shy-person panic. 😂 Then I spotted my cousin, whom I hadn’t seen in years, and finally exhaled a little. We sang, had a devotional, made fragrances, and turned men’s ties into these cute, bedazzled art pieces with pearls. My mom had a glue gun in her hand and was in her element. Watching her enjoy herself made me happy. 😁 When the line dancing started, I stayed beside her and watched the women have a great time. It felt like we were little girls again.