I haven’t gone camping in years. When I used to go, it was here; Turner Falls. I wish I still had pictures to show the climb after reaching the top of the water fall because the view is breath taking. During those camping trips, I slept in a tent. However, as I’ve gotten older and watching way too many scary movies, tents were off limits if I ever went camping again. That was until I learned about Glamping. A nice way to compromise between a cabin and tent.
I’m currently taking a psychology class as part of my overall classes in college. It’s been pretty intense with regard as to how I see myself and life in general. Last week, I had to ask five people questions and one of them was: “What makes you happy?”.
I’ve been thinking long and hard about what my answer(s) would be. I also realized that I had to be brutally honest with myself about those answers. This year I will be forty-eight years old; 4-8. Two years shy of fifty (50). Hell I didn’t think I’d make it pass my teens with all that I was going through and yet here I am…
I’m not scared of getting “old”. What scares me is not living life the way I know it’s meant to be lived;which also includes not living up to my full potential. While talking about fears, let me share a few. I have a terrible fear of drowning. When I was younger, a relative decided he would teach me to swim by throwing me out in the middle of deep water. I almost drowned that day. Considering I’d love to scuba dive, someone suggested I take swimming lessons. Feeling lonely is another fear. I’m not scared of being alone but I know what it’s like to feel lonely and I don’t ever want to experience that again.