I’ve been asked to write about where I get my inspiration, and I won’t lie to you guys, for a while this had me stumped! What gives me that drive to jump out of bed in the morning and be the happiest I can throughout my day? I’ve been told on a few occasions that I’m the happiest person people have met which makes me laugh, it probably doesn’t make my mum laugh as she’s the one who sees me in those seldom bad moods, trust me they are few and far between! But really, when I think long and hard about what inspires, I have reached the conclusion that people in general inspire me.
We find inspiration in our kids! <3
Let me start with at home. I have an incredible family who are always there for me at all hours of the day (I ain’t kidding, I had an airport meltdown last year in Dallas and who did I wake up? My poor mother at 1 a.m. Scotland time – woops). My parents have always encouraged me to be happy in whatever I do, whether it be changing my degree one year into university or spending summers 5,000 miles away from home. If I’m happy, they’re happy, so I guess I’ve always worked hard to make them proud.
And now I’m gonna jump right over the pond to the place where I found huge inspiration, enough to keep me coming back year after year: CAMP! Cheeseball time – I must admit that camp is that place where I found myself for the first time. Throughout my life I had always been conscious of what others thought of me, even though it may not have seemed that way. But back in the summer of 2014 I met so many extraordinary people at camp, and quickly realised that it was okay to be myself, and who cared what others thought of me. After all, if there’s one place on earth you can let that freak flag fly, it’s camp!
We find inspiration in Vespers!! <3
Over the last three years I have been beyond lucky to have met so many amazing people through camp. People with such incredible backgrounds and stories to tell, and that inspires me in so many different ways. The people I have met at camp inspire me to make each summer the best it can be so that everyone who walks through those red iron gates leaves feeling the same way I did back in ’14, feeling like it was okay to be me no matter what anyone else thought, feeling like my heart could burst with happiness.
<3,
LG
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