Camp provides us an opportunity to invest in joy.
I grew up in a culture that leaned heavily on the festivities this time of year brings. Trees adorned with lights and ornaments, vintage decorations at my grandmother’s, and relatives coming in from out of town all marked the end of a year. It would have taken a deliberate resistance on my part to have missed the message on television, store windows, and mall shopping bags proclaiming December a season of joy.
This year, the message felt harder to find in traditional ways. As a New Yorker, the last 300 days have primarily been spent in my apartment. My journeys out into the city have been limited to a weekly grocery run or the occasional dentist appointment. The 10,000 daily steps that traditionally would have brought me face to face with messages of joy have been replaced by the intentional walk around my neighborhood or perhaps the north-end of Central Park. My lot in life is now reversed and I am tasked with the need for deliberately seeking joy.