Extroverts Job

This is an extroverts job

And yet I'm still  here

Consider my feet gone,

With my hands being next on the list

It's too late for hand warmers 

The bus arrives over the hill to the muddy 

parking lot. One hundred eleven year olds pile 

on top of each other just like their luggage

They’re searching for their cabin leaders

Us

I don't talk the other counselors

So this will be a challenge trying to look 

like an extrovert. This is the beginning of the 

five day adventure. I wasn't mentally prepared for this week

My frozen fingers tell me I'm not physically ready either 

The day I started realizing about self care,

I've been more cautious about sacrificing

My sleep, my time, my life

Is is worth it? I think to myself as I look at the kids 

faces of excitement. The faces that show they’re excited 

to go see their cabin, Excited to fly like a bird on the zipline,

Excited to hit just the outside of the target in archery

Excited to touch the smooth scales of a snake. You will never know

How much of an impact you make on a kid until later in life

These kids are a lot to handle but so was I many years ago

And here I am

Walking in the same muddy boots as the camp counselors I looked up to 

No matter how much I’ve despised it recently,

Something is bringing me back here