I didn’t ski yesterday, choosing to go down to town for the first time in a week. I got some groceries and spent some time in the studio, where I fixed a loose board next to the door to my unit (and bruised my backside in the process when I fell over trying to pull out one of the old nails) and changed my toenail polish while listening to podcasts. I didn’t ski today, either. I told myself it was too cold. The cold part was true—high of zero Fahrenheit with wind chill as low as -30—though I’ve skied in similar conditions. Really, I just lacked the vim. Putting on all my layers, trooping down to the village, trying to get my boots on and grab my skis from the locker room as fast as possible to avoid getting COVID—it seemed like a lot of work. And skiing shouldn’t be work. It should be fun. I’ve been having trouble finding that joy this season. I’ve had some moments on the hill when things come together and my turns feel good and the view makes my heart feel open, but not as many as I’d like. Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s the pandemic wearing me down. I hope after the holiday crowds leave, it’ll feel easier here. It’s still pretty regardless.

 

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On this date in 2020: What If
2019: Some Favorite Photos of 2019
2018: New Age Graffiti
2017: Snow, Snow, and Eeyore Soap
2016: Lazy Day
2015: The Internet is Weird
2014: Places I’ll Never Live
2013: Holiday Afterglow
2012: Probably My Fault
2011: New Monkey Plays with the Buttons
2010: Sock Monkey Plays in the Snow
2009: Mani-Pedi Madness
2008: Morning Mystery
2007: Chilly Boy
2006: Battle of the Patio
2005: Sunshine State
2004: Starfish a.k.a. Sea Star
2003: I’ve Been Gone Again
2002: No entry