Summer camp for grown-ups

We spend so much time trying to make summers fun for our kids…. but what about us? Don’t we deserve to play beach volleyball and do arts and crafts (beer pong) too??

I’m saying this because I just spent two days having the most fun I’ve had in over a decade on a ranch in Texas. Activities galore. Floating in a big old lake. Frozen margaritas. Everyone off their phones!

At first I was all, wait is there cell service? where’s the closest hospital??? and before I knew it I was splashing with the sea snakes, wet hair, bare face, not a care in the world.

It’s so easy to get caught up. I know we are all stressed about work and logistics and my god I don’t have ANY time for activities, have you seen my schedule? I’m here to tell you to make it. Stop doomscrolling and go kick a soccer ball.

But Claire I don’t have a super fun friend with a ranch?? The workaround is prioritizing doing the shit you loved as a kid, which doesn’t require much. Get outside. Ride a bike. Lather up a slip and slide. I’m willing to bet it will do more for your nervous system than that meditation app that you pay for and never use.

In case you missed me last week:

How many doors can a person leave open?

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Jul 2

I lie in bed most nights doing math that doesn’t add up. If I close this door, will I regret it in twenty years? That kind of math. It’s a terrible way to fall asleep, for the record. Right up there with replaying that obscene joke I made in 2015 and wondering if my kids will hate me when they’re fourteen.