Now here is a photo I never thought I'd blog: Jill in ski boots after really having fun in the snow.
I "retired" (i.e. quit skiing) more than a decade ago. But the mountains have been romancing me back for a few years now. I've learned that I like to walk more than an hour for a fondue. And will hike much longer in snowy wonderlands when the sun shines in a bright blue sky. Two years ago, Zermatt's wide runs inspired me back onto the slopes for a day. Entirely because I thought it was so beautiful and free and open.
This weekend I got inspired to join friends at the ski hill. Saturday we hiked for hours. My friend & snow angel above remarked as we skidded downhill on garbage bags (because we regrettably thought it too inconvenient to haul the sled earlier), "Jill, I believe you are starting a new relationship with snow!"
Today, I purposely went alone for a nordic trek because I just needed to feel the skis again. I used to like cross-country. Didn't have to face my huge fear of heights on chairlifts or steep slopes. Seemed like getting back on any skis was a good first step. I loved it. It was me with me and my skis for simply the pleasure of it for the first time, maybe ever. I even had some moments of needing to go faster. Downhill.
Amazing. In my seminars we talk about facing fears in small steps. I would never have imagined I could renew my desire to face this one. Makes me feel a bit more alive this evening (if a bit over-exercised). More than one good person in my life during the last few years has said, "Stop thinking, just drive!" Finally, the voice in my head said the same.
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