Working

I have spent the past month on a communication rampage. I have been contacting alumni, former staff, camper parents, organizations and anyone else I can get to talk to me about camp. I am determined to get the word out about us, gain some support, publicity, funding, attention... I'm sick of hearing, "oh, you're still around?" (Yes, for over 60 years actually). And it's going well. The old directors have been excited to hear from me, alumni are quick to share their experiences and parents have a lot of opinions. I started the month feeling very alone and intimidated by the huge amount of work this organization needs. I spent the whole first week alternating between banging my head against my desk or shouting in frustration, "26, does anyone else think a 26 year old is a little young to put in charge of this mess? I can barely rent a car, but no, it's cool, I'll pull us out of debt in the midst of a collapsing economy. No worries."

I've calmed down since then and as I've reached out to the community, I've been AMAZED by how many people have reached back and offered their support. It's exciting to know there are so many people who share my passion for camp and want to see this place succeed. So I've stopped shouting, and, like this summer decided that the best thing to do is put my head down and work. Just put one foot in front of the other and move. No time for drama or nonsense. Don't talk, just do. And it seems to be working. I am still overwhelmed sometimes, but I am really optimistic too. Life is good.