You poke your head out spying other campers around you. You study how they are doing it, comparing your camp to theirs. You see the neat and orderly side of other camps and say to yourself mine does not look any worse than theirs, so my basecamp is just fine. Never realizing, you see what they want you to see. Said another way, you are making comparisons based on a figment of what they choose to portray for your perusal and judgment. You are supposed to peek in. They are counting on it. Your validation gives them permission to carry on "as is" whether in shambles or not.
Your basecamp is supposed be your safe haven. A place you draw your greatest strength from. A storehouse of your best supplies. A fortress where the foundation is built on forever, support, and til death do us part. It is supposed to be that one place like no other. That safe landing with a light on.
Basecamp is not supposed to be a you versus me but a us versus them.
And basecamp should be the life line before you need the life line. It is the one space where all the guess work is taken out. The space where everything and everyone in it is there for each other. Hand in hand, heart in heart, together, determined to climb life's mountain, with no man left behind. Til death do us part.
Peek that! Climb on that!