
Dad and the kids went to go see fireworks in town tonight. Miles’ parents invited us. I came home from work today and ate something then laid down. I stayed there through supper which was down at the dining hall for the camp staff. Today was a good day but the weeks are still tiring. My favorite part about my job, if I had to pick today, would be getting to use my mind. My second favorite is being hospitable to the people who come especially when they bring a friend or family member.
We have graduation parties tomorrow so I am saving my social energies and stayed home from the outing. I was going to start reading in this somatic therapy toolbox book I’ve been wanting to dive into. I did read some of it. Zorro is outside so I will take him for a walk. But it’s late already and I am ready to settle down and go to bed. Earlier in the evening I cleaned up the laundry room and entry way spaces to get a head start on the Saturday cleaning since we will only have the morning.
I feel like I need to say this and then just keep moving forward. But I have felt a big relief since breaking away from the Thrive thing. Nothing was going to fix the frustration of not having a legitimate outlet to channel my feelings. And I was tired of feeling miserable for it. I’m just grateful to have had like I said, that sudden burst of clarity and total change in what I wanted. The Matthew Perry book helped. It made me realize that years of wasted love was not what I wanted for my life.

I may need to read that Matthew Perry book!
Is your family responsible for the schedule and prepping for events at camp? Or are you like caretakers?
I love memoirs because they’re just so honest and you get to learn more about another person’s life that you would’ve never had a chance to live.
We help out with getting things ready for camp, yes, but not all of us are involved with the schedule making. That is more up to my husband and the program director. Our kids work here in the summer and throughout the year mowing and helping out.
I think that is why I write, because I get it out of me and maybe someone will relate. And why I read.