Drugs, Sex, and Snow

Over the long weekend, some friends and I headed to snow country. I even brought The Boy with me. (I was surprised he even wanted to go.) I got to ski for the first time in years! It was incredible. Getting back on those skis felt so natural. I actually dislike heights and found the mountain to be quite terrifying, but for some reason it didn't stop me from skiing the more challenging trails. There's nothing quite like shredding down a steep mountain. After the second day of skiing, I saw snowing mountains when I closed my eyes. I can't wait to go back. I can't figure out why haven't I skiied in so long. I had a really good time and so did everyone else.

discomfort

Life has been shallow. I feel like I can't devote too much of myself to anything for fear of losing myself. I'm always in a rush, anxious to say goodbye and move on. I want to be more involved but I feel too passive, rushed.