Camping

I'm awake and restless and in a fairly foul mood, so rather than focus on the myriad of things that are currently stressing me out, I'm going to focus on things that are cheering me up. Such as my upcoming first camping trip. For most of the world, camping is a beloved childhood activity but I was a city child and my family didn't really do things like that. Which is why I am going to be completely impossible to deal with this weekend. Like a kid at Disney, except with all the unstoppable freedom of a slightly-deranged adult.

I WILL make S'mores. I WILL attempt an overly complicated campfire meal. I WILL attempt to pick a wildflower bouquet, thereby annoying environmentalists and hungry bees alike. I WILL be a total baby about peeing in the woods (as in, omg, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to). I WILL MAY get eaten by a bear (See? There's that optimism!). And lastly but not leastly, I WILL cuddle romantically under the stars with my lovely bf.

I WON'T focus on job/money stress. I WON'T focus on my stupid broken ovaries and uterus. I'm just going to go have fun with my beau in a beautiful natural setting.

So there.