Letters from the Lake: The Edges Are Getting Clearer

The car’s packed, the kids are nuts, and things are finally starting to take shape.

OK, so I thought last week was wild… but I stand corrected.

This week? Total whirlwind.

Packing the kids. Packing ourselves. Returning the car lease. Renting a car. Logistics on top of logistics.

And somehow in the middle of it all — we laughed. We grew. We watched our kids grow.

Ande is already soaring. She’s ready to be independent, claiming her space, making her own plans, asking us when we’ll be leaving. (In the most loving way, of course.)

And Axton has fully leaned into the joy of cousins, playtime, and living the good life before camp even begins.

*Note: Kids are staying at my mother’s in Mashpee, MA for 10 days with cousins, while Anthony and I are away at camp for training.

Today Anthony and I drive to Lenox — our new home for the summer — and reality is starting to settle in:

We won’t be with the kids all day.

They’ll be off doing their own thing, and for the first time in what feels like forever, we’ll be on our own rhythm.

It’s exciting. And strange. And, honestly, kind of terrifying.

But also… it feels like time.

This summer is going to stretch us in the best way — not just as parents, but as people.

We set an intention before we committed to camp:

To get healthy. To get clear. To get uncomfortable — on purpose.

To trade routine for rhythm. To find grit again. To come home stronger, sharper, and more grounded than when we left.

Because the truth is, comfort had started to soften our edges a little too much.

And we both knew it.

*Sidebar: I wanna pull over here for a second and wish my wonderful husband a HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!

So now, we’re walking straight into the discomfort — together — and we’re trusting it to reshape us.

This past week, as things got noisy and hectic and unpredictable, I kept coming back to this idea of Concentration — not as intensity, but as the ability to stay with something.

In Pilates, concentration doesn’t mean perfection. It means presence.

Staying present through distraction. Through discomfort. Through the urge to rush or zone out or abandon the moment.

That’s what this week required of us — stay with it.

Stay with the process. The packing. The shift. The full-body logistics of change.

And now that we’re here, now that the shift has started…

I’m realizing: focus doesn’t require force.

It just needs a clear why — and a willingness to keep coming back to it.

Next week, we’ll be in full motion — training as Division Heads, teaching, observing, serving, building, listening.

Which ties into the next Pilates principle we’ll be exploring… Precision.

Not so much about perfectionism, but more about clarity. Intent. And honoring the details without losing sight of the whole.

Because the more precise we are in our movement — and in our camp lives — the more we can actually feel what’s working.

Can’t wait to share more from the lake soon.

Thank you for being here and thank you for following along.

We’re so glad you’re on this ride with us!

— xo, Caroline