I went camping this past weekend. I had to buy a hammock, gloves, hiking boots, a sleeping bag, a poncho, and sunflower seeds. I slept in a tent, my hands were freezing, and I ate hobo meals. I climbed over big rocks, and jumped over small creeks. I made French Press Coffee, sat by a fire, and jogged around the campsite.
Best of all, though, I created incredible memories with incredible friends. There’s a certain kind of quality time you get when there’s no internet, hardly any electricity, and it’s 30 degrees outside. Time moved slow, because there were no distractions. It was just us, and I kept reminding myself not to take it for granted. That peace, lack of urgency, and stillness is a feeling I’ll continue to seek for the rest of my life.
Every month is a blank canvas