(AKA my to-do list after spending a summer at camp with a bunch of young counselors)
I’m spending the summer at Camp Lenox (in the Berkshires) with my children on a journey that I thought would make me feel like a kid again. In many ways it has, but in even more ways, it has highlighted how I’m not as young as I feel.
You can always go back, but you can’t go back in time. There is definitely truth in this.