Chronic napper, big girl/big dreams, and professional elbow licker. If you wanna be my lover ya gotta get with my friends.
This week, a younger boy came to the ropes course who was deathly afraid of heights. When he was putting on his harness I asked him what his goal was. It was to get five feet off the ground. At five feet, he started to get nervous with tears in his eyes but after a while, he was able to complete the ropes course 30 feet off the ground. When I was lowering him I realized he still had tears in his eyes. I asked him if he was still scared he shook his head and simply replied, “I’m just really happy.” That moment was a serious reminder of why I do what I do.
This will be the fifth night waking up from a deep sleep to be forced to find a toilet. But tonight, I made great friends with my friend Sarah’s trash can instead.
Maybe it’s the camp food or maybe it’s my nervousness about not being a hard enough worker. Not being a good enough person. Not knowing if the path I’m currently walking down (more like timidly scavenging) is the right course.
I suppose most people have these feelings of question but I wonder if it keeps them up at night like me waking me with a start and leaving me sweating in the bathroom with my blood pumping forced to think a out what is yet to come in the silent darkness of the night.
I’m just glad I don’t have to walk alone..
Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey