I can’t promise that this post will encompass everything about my weekend. In fact, I can guarantee it won’t. I’m still figuring it all out and it will take a few posts to fully recap, so I hope you will bear with me.
I’ve been home from Camp Mighty for nearly two days now. After returning from something I’ve looked forward to for almost a year now, I’m left with a sense of sadness. Camp Mighty is over. But as I was reminded on Twitter by fellow camper…….. “it’s only just begun.”.
The exhaustion I feel is emotional. It is heavy and weighing, but with each word I write, including the brain dump I performed on my innocent iPad mid-flight, and each meltdown I have on my unsuspecting friends (sorry, ladies) – the lighter I feel. It was a lot to experience, and even more to process afterward.
I know some of you out there are probably thinking, “What’s the big deal, Peach? Just tell us what you did, who you saw and what you learned”. But what happened is so much more than that.
Because it started with taking the step to register. And then to make my Life List. And then to whoa, actually show it to people. And then I threw a party to raise money for charity: water. A few days before I left, I got the courage to finally post my list here. And then before I had time to blink, holy shit, I was on a plane to Palm Springs.
I didn’t know what to do once I got there.
Being shoved into a highly social situation with over 200 people, none of whom I knew personally? It’s no joke. But I did it.
What smacked me full-on upside the head were the people. The amazing, amazing women (and a few men) who were right there with me, not knowing what to do either. Feeling like a stalker trying to talk to the VIPs. Wondering if what we were wearing was hip enough. And being terrified of doing or saying something to out ourselves as the socially inept dorks that we really are. And you know what? It was all okay. I found plenty of lovely people just as clutzy, dorky and snarky as I. Was *everyone* there gracious and courteous and kind to me? No. But that’s called life. Not everyone is gonna like you. Not everyone has the capacity to look beyond outward appearances and into the person and heart underneath. And that’s their loss.
I’ve never seen more brilliant, beautiful, tall/amazonian women in one place. (I found my people! Ha!) I’ve never been hugged as fiercely and sincerely by people I’d barely had a chance to connect with, yet that recognition was still there. (I’m lookin’ at you, Daffodil.) I made some friends that I know will be a part of my life for years to come. And we’ll be each others’ support systems while we do our Mighty things.
Even cooler is that I know for a fact, had we all had more time there, even more connections would have been found. You can tell just by some of the interactions via social media the past few days. “Did we meet?” “No, unfortunately.” “Dammit, we should have! You’re awesome!!!” “You are too!”… it’s really a spectacular thing.
So this loss I’m feeling right now, it’s for the friendships made. The ones we’ve barely just begun to develop but had to separate from so quickly. And for those that didn’t have a chance to even begin. You best believe I’ll be checking in across the interwebs on those that fall into the latter!
But there is so much good to tell you about, too. I promise to tell you about the amazing speakers they brought in. And how I kinda fell in love with Maggie during her opening talk. And how I got up the nerve to ask The Bloggess a question in front of 200 people (sweatypitssweatypitssweatypitssweatypitssweatypits). And so, so much more.
If the happenings of the last two days are any indication, I have great things ahead for me. I can feel it.