Not to be all summer summer summer but damn!
This week I went camping for the first time ever and let me tell you, it is worth the hype. Our friends found a last minute opening for a campsite in Big Sur—I got the text invitation right after Boyfriend and I landed in LA after a 13 hour journey. Immediately I thought there’s no way we can pull this off, but it just happened that Boyfriend had Tuesday/Wednesday free. The exact time window of the campsite booking.
In one moment I flipped from believing camping couldn’t happen to deciding it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The campsite is notoriously booked six months in advance and when will I ever plan something so far in the future? Could I really expect myself to find the secret campsite cancellation list? Maybe I’ll be a proactive planning person in five or ten years, but then I’ll be a 35-40 year old who still hasn’t camped. I decided that version of reality is unacceptable.
Here was an invitation to change all of that.
I told myself that’s what Summer is for.