Good news!  I survived my fourth year of Girls’ Camp as a leader.  Whew!  It will now take me another week to recuperate and rest.  Let’s just say, today wasn’t what you would call productive.  Even now, it took me five minutes to figure out the word I wanted was productive and not productful.  Yeah, it’s going to be a long week.  I might have to do more retro postings.

In short, it was a very good week.  I think.  It really doesn’t matter what I think because, as I remind the girls, it ain’t Ancient Women Camp – it’s Girls’ Camp.  It’s their opinion that matters, not mine.  The most I can do is get feedback and, with the other leaders, make adjustments for next year’s camp.  So, this is the time when I ask the girls how they felt about camp.  Then I discreetly ask their mothers to get confirmation.  That’s when I hold my breath and hope for the best.

In my opinion though, it was a pretty good week.  There were a few minor personality clashes.  But that was on Wednesday – the day we wake up early and hike.  By the evening, we had a camp of some tired girls.  I don’t know about you, but when I get tired, I get a bit cranky.

I decided I had one goal this year.  My goal was to be a good leader.  The past three years I have been so focused on other things and I forgot to be a good Young Women leader.  This year I wanted an opportunity to connect and communicate with each girl.  Since I’m pretty good at the end of things, I treated this year as my last year.  I wanted to say what I needed to say and do what I wanted done.  Did it work?  Nope.  I’m going to need another year.

Cheesy me at camp