homestretch.jpgIt’s the home stretch now: a week from tomorrow, I will be leaving for Pact Camp, the culmination of twelve months of work since last summer.

Today we held a counselor training for this year’s youth staff. It is an amazingly awesome bunch and I am so excited to be working with them: a combination of young adult adoptees and just plain regular great young people. Some of them have been to camp before and some are brand new to the experience; but they’re all excited, and I’m thrilled. I think we’re going to have a great, great camp.

I have to keep reminding myself to breathe. There are ten millions details flying around in my head. I have a dread fear of forgetting something super crucial. The anxiety dreams have begun; where I get to camp and forget all my lists and rosters; I get to camp and realize we’ve booked the wrong week; I’ve overbooked the place; the counselors all quit three days before camp; etc etc etc. Then I remind myself to breathe again.

Next week is really what it’s all about. I’m triply excited because my best friend and my adorable godchild and one of my daughters are coming to camp, too. I’ve never had my own family at camp before so this will be new; but I’m excited about this, too: my work will, I hope, take on a feeling of reality, rather than just me sitting with my computer, writing a thousand emails.