PYGMALION

Today was the first time in a long time that I looked in the mirror and thought "Oh yeah, that's me".

I'm starting to get sad and nostalgic that this is my last summer here. I'm suddenly looking at these campers that I've seen grow from age five to age ten and realizing that I won't see them into their teenaged years.

This is the one place in my life that I really know what I'm doing. I know how to lead crafts, and games and do skits. I know how to have a meaningful discussion with 6-9 year olds, and I know how to be a pirate on pirate day. I can paint banners, and serve kid-sized portions, and make a big deal out of a camper birthday. I know how to hold the attention of seventy kids at one time, and how to train new counsellors to do the same.

I feel like people out in the real world would not recognize me here, only because here I'm boiled down to the very essence of myself. I have peeled away the layers of anxiety and I'm able to just exist as a ball of responsibility, caring, and play.

I've always been my best at camp and I don't know where my best is going to go once I finish my time here this summer.