I recently wrote about wanting to jump out of a perfectly good airplane, in hopes of breaking out of a mundane mold I seem to be in. Well, since I haven’t found anyone whose willing to fork out the cash, to strap me to a Mark Wahlberg (think ’91 Calvin Klein ads) look-a-like sky diver, I’ve decided to try camping.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine was talking about wanting to do something for her up-coming birthday. We were going back and forth with ideas, and then immediately cancelling them out, because we are some broke-ass Mommas right now. It’s somewhat difficult to “go cheap” when planning a spa weekend with the girls.
“Lets go camping!!”
My dear friend is a pretty brilliant chick. It was a cheap, adventurous idea.
We were so gung ho and pumped, thinking about leaving everything behind for a weekend. We decided that going camping with a bunch of women will be epic. We will eat like queens, sleep on air mattresses and be prepared for the apocalypse.
If I’m being honest though, I’m a teensy bit nervous about this trip. I am a country girl – yes. I am not dainty. However, I am not the tough-it-out-if-I-don’t-have-to type.
I can forego showering for a few days; however, I prefer to poop in a toilet. I highly enjoy running water and being the supervisor of things like say, putting up a tent or chopping wood for a fire. This is kind of a big deal to me. It will push me back to basics and out of my comfort zones.
It’s not just the physical challenge of it (don’t laugh!) that I am looking forward to. I feel like I have a lot going on in my head these days – more than just contemplating that elusive “balance”, I keep reading exists.
I’ve reached a point in my life where I want to push more in the directions I want to go – even if it scares me. I want to do more things that make other people say, “Really? You did/said that?” I feel like I am trying to wiggle out of my shell, but need some convincing and the right opportunity.
Thinking about this camping trip is loosening that shell. I’m excited, intrigued and a bit nervous – just the right ingredients for a little soul searching, boost of confidence and FUN that I need.
I’m looking forward to re-connecting by disconnecting. I want to eat good food cooked in a (semi) primal way and drink good wine. I want to talk about deep shit and maybe have a drunken Kumbaya moment with the girls. I want to come home refreshed, with a little more self confidence, slightly hung over and laughing randomly at the memories made.
I don’t want it to rain. I need to figure out how a percolator works or I will be a mean bitch in the morning.
It’s time to take off my Mom hats and put on my big girl panties. I honestly can’t wait to pack up the truck with things that I may or may not know what to do with and head in to the woods. I’m going with a group of down to earth, fun women, that I know will mix very well with cocktails and conversation. They also have much more camping experience so don’t worry, I just may make it out alive.
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