In about 17 hours I will be here, sipping my complimentary champagne and agonising over which workshops to do.
It’s the Wild Rumpus Jamboree, billed as a “scout camp for grown-ups.” A weekend retreat, surrounded by nature, with workshops on painting, printing, music, photography, weaving, growing, and baking (I’m only allowed to choose 4, damnit!!). Just me and 100-ish other people, there to unwind, make connections, and create stuff.
There will also be yoga, dancing, a coffee van, a bar, and catering from various local stores and farms. We’re even scheming to have a dress-up party on the Saturday night (current theme front-runner: Bohemian Scout Fairies).
IT’S GOING TO BE SO FREAKING AWESOME, PEOPLE!!
It will be the first time I’ve been away from my kids overnight since my youngest was born, almost 4 years ago. I won’t know what to do with myself!! I’m going with a few old friends and hoping to leave with many more.
My cup is going to be filled to overflowing by the end of this.
Bring. It. On.