I took the last week of August and first week of September off work to go camping with my family and get the kids’ back-to-school stuff sorted. The camping was amazing. We camped in yurts, which meant we had full-sized beds and comfy linens, and we were a five-minute drive from Whistler village, which meant I had hot coffee and a croissant every morning. I am using the term “camping” loosely, obviously. I look forward to the time when my kids are in their twenties and they go camping with their friends and show up expecting flush toilets and hot showers and full-sized beds and hot lattes and gently warmed croissants every morning. It will be quite the awakening. We are an inside people. Don’t get me wrong, we love nature. We’re just very gentle about it.

I had big plans post-camping but instead of getting organized, I got Covid. Not “just a little cold” Covid; I didn’t get out of bed for three days. I have never experienced a headache like that (and I am not new to headaches). Two weeks later, I am still experiencing annoying symptoms. The kids’ return to school did not go smoothly is what I’m saying, but it did happen. The kids are back in school and I am trying to recapture the magic of late summer. The beginning of September is usually one of my favourite times of year, full of possibility and January 1st vibes without the grey and gloom of BC’s actual New Years’ Day. Normally I use this time to set intentions and evaluate how I’m feeling about my yearly goals. I haven’t quite got there yet but I’m trying.

It’s a time of transition and I’m trying to embrace it and not fight the change. I’m not sure how successful I’ll be but I’m trying to look at it as exciting. Life is full and it is messy and it is sometimes chaotic, but it is never boring.