My mind wasn’t at camp. It was somewhere else at times. Far far away. By Thursday, after I had found my job, things were much better. Times like these make me appreciate the good times more often.
So we had camp. I wasn’t there physically for 2 afternoons. At times it felt like I was missing out tremendously. I didn’t get to know the kids in my cabin. Unfortunate.
But, for the most positive aspect of camp: I know I’m loved. I know I’m missed when I’m not around. I know I play specific roles at camp. Photographer. Cabin judge. Mentor. All around nice guy. And its ok to like oneself. Its ok to think highly of yourself. In fact, it’s almost a necessity in this world. Like yourself. After all, we are told we must love others as much as we like ourselves.