Nonsense

once i made breakfast at the lake.

it took some convincing but eventually everyone fell into the lore i’d used to lure them into believing camping would be awesome even whilst knowing it was likely only me that would arrive and leave with the same belief.

to make it as comfortable as possible i’d found a tent with three rooms, lovely mattresses, pillows, a toilet, full kitchen, toilet and shower set up. looking back i don’t know why i didn’t go full on raw because all the accessories took something away from the nature side of things.

i loved being out there with the kids, roasting marshmallows, telling stories and cuddling with them when the late night noises scared them beyond belief.

everyone was sleeping as i made pancakes, eggs, fresh orange juice and coffee. it was only the second day and everyone except me wanted to go home. i wanted to go out on the boat, fish, and think about nothing.

in this way i have always been different from them and because of not honoring that part of myself all these years, i’m not sure that sleeping at the lake in a tent would feel like peace anymore.

but it’s never too late to honor yourself. of this i am sure.