I’m going to camp for the first time – at 38 years old. I leave next week.
I will be 3 hours away from Toronto, with 80 women I have never met before. It’s called the Imperfect Boss Camp. A group of creative women – entrepreneurs, designers, photographers, bloggers, artists… coming together to learn from each other. I’m excited and nervous.
I have no idea where I’m sleeping. I don’t really know what the 4 days will be like. I’ve never been to camp before, and yet, I’m excited to be surrounded by others who love creative things like I do. And with no wi-fi and limited cell service, I hope to unwind and just be. I’ll have to let you know how it goes once I get back.
I may be a Wendy the Worrier but there’s a fearless side to me too. I actually like the fact that I don’t know anyone there. It will force me to meet new people.
I’m going to camp for the first time, and this kid is excited.
I was never the kid who went to camp.
Growing up in Northern Ontario, we were surrounded by trees and lakes. Going to camp was something we did every weekend when we went to our family cabin. Swimming. Fishing. Water skiing. Why pay for camp when you can do the same things at the lake? But it wasn’t the reason why I didn’t go…
I didn’t like the idea of sleeping somewhere else overnight and the only camp offered in our area was a Bible Camp – not my kind of thing. The packing list for Sunny Cove Camp (the Bible camp) further sealed the deal; when I saw that electronics were not allowed (no walkmans or CD players), I was out.
And now at 38, this introvert is packing her bags to go and share a cabin with strangers, three hours from home, in an area with limited cell service. Who says that we can’t change…