It is finished.

That's right, folks.  My camp-induced retreat from all things social and communicative with the outside world is over.  I'm free.  Free of wearing the same t-shirt every day (for yes, a month).  Free of a very strong urge to shake particularly obnoxious campers.  Free of the very high level of stress that comes with being partially responsible for 400+ campers, 80ish high school leaders and I have no clue how many volunteers.

Now you may be thinking, "Wait, I thought you loved camp?", and my friend, you would be right.  I love the fun, the my-parents-would-never-let-me-do-this fun.  I love the hilarious stories (Your camper said what?!?!).  I love the way that Jesus works in people's hearts when they're outside of their comfort zone and fully dependent upon His strength and grace, because they're completely out of their own.  I love the community that builds from serving together.  I love the opportunity to dance and skip and surprise someone with a water balloon.

What I've learned is that being around hundreds of people is really tiring for me.  Guess that happens when you're an introvert.  Weird, huh?  A lot of people don't think I am an actual introvert.  But a person's 'vertedness' (why yes, I did just make that up) often has nothing to do with their level of social skill.  I know extroverts who can't pick up on a social cue to save their life.  I hate it when people think I'm an extrovert just because I don't run away in fear from a big crowd and can speak on stage fairly easily.  It has to do with where you get energy from.  When I was at church, surrounded by and partially responsible for 500ish people, my tank got drained fairly quickly. I got cranky, tired, snappy and too task-focused.  I'm glad of a bit of down time so I can act slightly more like Jesus.