All things are difficult before they are easy.
Maybe it’s because it’s Monday.
You see my blog day is usually Thursday, so I don’t really start thinking about what to write about until….well Wednesday evening at the earliest and, to be honest, sometimes Thursday evening at about 11:59pm.
But it’s Monday today and I’m trying to come up with a topic to kind of pre-post because, like Lori with her VBS and Gerb a few weeks ago, it’s my turn now to exercise my talents, patience, fortitude and faith and head up to camp with the young women I go to church with each week.
Unlike Lori’s VBS though, we don’t take phones or ipods or laptops out to the wilderness, so I’ve got to take a minute to write a blog that will post on my usual Thursday even though I will actually be far, far away attempting to perfect my campfire cooking skills.
I’ve written about this upcoming event a little bit already and I was really trying not to repeat myself, but frankly I don’t have anything else on my mind at all – I am all consumed with all things camp this evening because I’ve reached the culmination of all the planning – ready or not we leave bright and early tomorrow morning. Superdude and Ebay both took the day off from work to help me pre-cook some of the food and organize and pack (thanks SO much guys) and we now have a mountain of coolers and totes stacked in the hallway and waiting the packing of the trailer in the morning.
Since I’m not as nice a person as Gerb is, I can’t honestly say that I’m excited to go to camp. I have kind of a hard time being away. With my aforementioned Martha tendencies, I worry about what I’m not doing that I should be doing while I’m gone with regards to work and school. I recognize that it’s a little crazy and I haven’t always been this way, but that’s just where I am in my life right now. Plus with my social pariah sort of personality, I mentally have a hard time being with a group of people, any group of people 24/7 – which is also a little crazy, but it honestly does take some effort for me. And finally, I’m just reaching the age where I’m noticing that it’s just kind of physically demanding to spend a week hauling coolers and totes and firewood and trudging the equivalent of four or five blocks every time one has to go to the bathroom – may my pioneer fore-mothers forgive me, - but it just makes me tired.
But on the other hand, it’s something that I know I can do…and I know that I can do it well. I can’t play a Mozart Violin Concerto, I can’t sing a Puccini Aria, but I can organize the heck out of a camping trip (among other things) – which I’ve learned isn’t something that everyone has the knack for. So even though it takes me a little more effort to find my enthusiasm, I recognize that my particular peculiar talent is of use in this situation and I actually find that I am glad to be able to provide this service to these young women.
I am glad that it’s finally here – that camp time has finally come.
I’ve been at this planning thing the past 4 months or so.
I’ve been packing totes for the past couple of weeks or so.
I’ve done everything I can do and I am, yes I am feeling a bit tired.
But maybe it’s because it’s Monday.