Last year, this time, when I came back from my digital detox at Camp Grounded I couldn’t stop talking about how it was the best thing I had done for myself. I had laughed, cried, danced, cheered, played, clapped and lived each moment to the fullest. I had experienced the wonder of some of the most honest friendships, the shooting stars, the camp fires, the heartfelt conversations and the random outbursts of energy all well-balanced with reminders to slow down and breathe. Since camp last year, I have made some pretty courageous decisions that have led to some kickass life changes. I can’t thank camp enough for it. When I went back to camp this year, I couldn’t help but notice the changes in myself. The me at camp last year and the me at camp this year are two such beautifully different people. I went back a more fearless, out-there me, willing to try new things that I would otherwise never have. I wasn’t worried about fitting in or about being called weird because, you know what, we are all weird and we all have the same worries. Camp made me realize that we are more similar than different. We all have battles we are fighting, challenges we are facing and problems we are grappling to solve. We all have the same fears and vulnerabilities and camp provides a safe place for us to be. Camp accepts me for who I am, engulfs my fears, my hesitations, my weirdnesses and surrounds me with so much love that I can’t help but be free…. Free to be who I am. Somewhere under that vast Texas sky full of stars and many many shooting stars, in that gigantic two hundred and fifty people strong group hug, in that roar of laughter and cheers at camp games, in the weird moments of silence, in all the arms outstretched ever-ready for hugs, in the melodies and warmth of campfires I found myself, my true self, my being. Thank you Camp Grounded!