Ski Therapy
At the last minute, I decided to go on a ski trip to Vermont during the long weekend. A boy I have a bit of history with asked me to come along. I went back and forth on the idea. One side of me really wanted to go, but the rational, headstrong side of me considered staying home. I don’t ski (never have in my life), but the thought of getting out of the city sounded wonderful.
After some debate, I decided to go along for the ride. My inner free-spirit, try-anything side kicked in and as soon as I entered the ski shop all thoughts of reading my book in a cozy lodge went by the wayside. My mind was made up—I was going to hit the slopes with my friends. And to put it bluntly, I literally HIT the slopes. Hard. I knew that my ski buddies all understood that I was a newbie, but that didn’t take away from the humiliation of it all. I fell and fell and fell. There are pictures out there to prove it. Yet, despite all the embarrassment and pain (thank god I practice yoga and am flexible), I would do it all again.
This weekend for me, opened my eyes. It’s okay to fall on your face from time to time :) I find that now is a better time than any to embrace fearlessness and be okay with being vulnerable.
