Jan 01, 2006 00:46
Up until the age of around 10, I had a real problem remembering what year it was. I would constantly head my papers things like September 4, 1994 when it was actually 1996. The strange thing was that I would always know what month and day it was... but years escaped me. What does that say about me?
Powder today on the mountain. Up top on Jupiter lift I could consistently ski through snow no one else had touched if I stuck to the trees a little. Understanding where you are in relationship to the rest of the world is what makes skiing and snowboarding so fantastic. Wind gusts up to 65 miles per hour hurtling stinging snow on a bare face as the two person lift sways dangerously is a clear reminder that despite my warm jacket and nice goggles, I am soft and vulnerable. And it takes my breath away. Delights me as a matter of fact.
I have a real problem with self-control. I can't lie or tell jokes about my feelings because my feelings overcome what I know I should say/do. I can't make myself do things that I don't want to. At least right now. This is becoming a real problem. It hasn't stopped piling, and I haven't started sorting.
Thank you for reading this.