08/22/2024
Every year for the past 5 years I go on a solo camping trip for a few days. Inevitably when I tell folks about it, they say something about me being brave to do it alone. I got this comment twice at my campsite this year.
Here's the thing. Brave to me is doing pretty much any kind of shopping and managing the energy in those confined spaces. Brave is navigating a soul awakening while trying to be the best parent/wife/friend/daughter I can be. Brave is showing up everyday at work at a job that doesn't necessarily bring me joy, but I feel I am meant to be here for a higher purpose. Brave is showing up as my authentic self, and blocking judgement and negativity. Brave is confronting my triggers and deciding whether to look at them or not or return to old habits and ignore them.
It can be exhausting being brave.
This? This was easy. I was gifted with the most exquisite few days of perfect weather, a quiet campsite, steps away from the beach. I've coveted this site for years and this year it was mine. When I booked, I didn't realize I was going to be there for the full moon - I wrote a lot of letters never to be sent, set some intentions and did some major reflecting. I shut off social media completely and wow, it really makes me wonder why I'm on here at all. It's an addiction that nature helped me tame.
My sleeps were deep and restorative. I walked the beach multiple times a day, met lots of dogs, chased monarchs and really loved hearing and watching kids enjoying themselves outside.
This may have to become a 2x a year tradition (or more!)
I hope you're having a great summer,
xoK