Hullo! I’m not sure if you suffer from the same affliction, but there’s a particular kind of optimism that strikes me when I’m packing for my summer holidays. A kind of bold, beautiful self-delusion that says, “I will read my book, finish this cross-stitch project, do yoga every morning, and fit in all the sights, sounds and activities available! How relaxed I shall be!” This kind of thinking sits next to “I’ll pack a set of fancy clothes, just in case”.
This summer, I’m off on a camping adventure for just under a week, nothing extravagant. The goal is to unplug, enjoy nature, spend time with good friends, and do whatever I’m drawn to in the moment. So naturally, my brain tells me I should pack three-quarters of my hobbies…
