With Week One all over and done now, it kind of seems like an out of the ordinary dream for the most part. That being said, one of the last things I want is to have to wake up and do it all over again. "What's done is done," as a friend of mine says all the time, "why dwell on the past and regret it, when you can look to the future and anticipate all the exciting things to come?"
So today, I realized just how much my desire to either have full control of a project or no involvement whatsoever is black-and-white. While I know I could do the out trips and special diet food all week (holy moly; special diets, batman! more on that in a bit) and never touch regular camp food ever, I know that it would become more of an obsession than a job. And that's not okay, and I realize that.
This weekend, I almost bought a computer and a countertop mixer, both of which were SO PRETTY, but I'm proud of my adult-ness and my decision to save for them and not just buy them and not have any savings left. I think I'm growing up a little, day by day.
I realized this weekend how much my reaction to people around me crying is similar to that of a man's reaction: "...oh crap, I broke it! Quick, how do I fix it and stop it from leaking?!" I also realized that I desire to just make people stop crying, but sometimes the solution is to let them cry, and that's okay too. It's hard, though.
The PUSH kids are still doing marvelous work, and every day I marvel at their leaders for keeping the motivation and the work ethic so high, when all they're doing is paying us camp fees to clean for two weeks. It's kind of crazy.
I seem to attract people with crazy weird food allergies, somehow. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the challenge of finding things that they can eat that also taste good, but sometimes, I think that the world is trying to gang up on me and push me to my limit to see if I'll ever stop loving it.
Through it all: God is good. All the time. God is good!
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