[Last week I went to a hiking retreat, one of these things made for people with considerable means, to which I was invited by a publicist who probably didn’t realise I wasn’t really an influencer anymore. Even though I am a WOPTDGLBSI (Woman Of Principles That Doesn’t Get Lured By Swanky Invites) now, I couldn’t resist the draw of finding myself in nature. 

Okay, and also in expensive spas.

The good news is that these kinds of events always have me coming back with my arms full of stories. I have so many insights and observations that this will probably be the first of a few other letters, but I wanted to simply start with this encounter I had and which profoundly touched me.]
 

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