The coming weekend will mark preparation for Rock and Roll Camp for Girls Los Angeles. The campers will show up on Monday and the whole danged she-bang will begin.
Here at the homestead, my personal preparation has already begun. I dug out all my Rock Camp t-shirts, and will wear them throughout next week. As this is the 6th year and I’ll be getting a new volunteer shirt, half of my wardrobe for the week is set.
I’m still recovering from The Crud, so a lot of my attention is devoted to that. Can’t show up and infect others at camp, so I’ve got to be healed and ready to go. Stupid Crud.
Anyhoo – I’ve been thinking a lot about Rock Camp. This yearly ritual has become so important to me. The volunteers are amazing and the campers blow my mind. I look forward to this – hard – and it always delivers. I am a changed person for my involvement with this non-profit and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
While looking forward to this year’s camp, I started thinking back to the very first year – 2010. I wondered what I felt, what I thought. Then I remembered I have a handy dandy record and could search my old blog posts in Retro Writing. I did just that and here’s a bit of what I found:
“A few months ago, I decided to volunteer at Rock Camp for Girls. I wanted to give back. I wanted to be part of the circle of good in this world. I ended up going to summer camp. For the first time. Ever. And while it wasn’t perfect … it was practically perfect. And here’s what I learned at summer camp: I am awesome. I am fabulous. I am allowed to be me. I am smart and funny and people actually like me. And I am a rock star.
I can’t wait to go to camp next summer. There’s no telling what I’ll learn…“
I’m still in awe. I’m still excited. I still can’t wait. The clock is ticking…