My camp circle is huge.
You know what a camp circle is, right? People you’d hang out with around a camp fire. Relaxed. Wild and messy hair hidden behind bandanas. Dirty fingernails from rearranging rocks. Really dusty sneakers from exploring an easy hiking trail. Ripped and faded jeans. Smiles. No lipstick. Rosy cheeks from the heat of the camp fire. Everyone seems to have a stick. Either to toast something or to stare aimlessly into the flames and watch the end glow red.
One of my fellow campers lives 3,024.6 miles away.
Another sweet camper lives 3,046.2 miles away.
One more smiling camper lives 2,537.6 miles away.
Life get’s messy. I don’t have to explain that to anyone. Well, anyone who is willing to buckle up and brave enough to jump on the roller coaster. If you hide out and not jump in and get your hands dirty, then life isn’t so messy.
Maybe that’s it? You don’t have to explain anything messy to your dear friends. You just need to hear their voice and borrow a little bit of courage from them. Just take a smidgen of hope from their voice.
I don’t want to live on the edges of other people’s happiness. I want to take a bit of their happy and mix it in with the happy that I have and create this huge swirling stock pot of messy, delicious goodness.
I want to find reasons to celebrate every single day. If something spectacular isn’t happening in my neck of the woods on any given day, I want to look for something to celebrate.
I want to spend the day making cedar shoe inserts to celebrate someone moving into a new apartment. She loves shoes. She loves her new closet. She loves purple. How on earth could I not celebrate and get a little of that happy on me?
I want to celebrate my friend’s parents’ 60th wedding anniversary.
I am mighty grateful and I appreciate my disheveled, bandana wearing fellow campers.
They share their good and their bad with me. My mind swirls and twirls and I celebrate or cry with them.
Some days, I am not yet strong enough to hold them up and come up with brilliant ideas to help them.
Sometimes, when that text comes in or the phone rings, I just smile and gather a bit of hope and am stronger and I move forward with a little skip in my step.
Have I mentioned lately, what a lucky , grateful girl I am?