I went skiing. I used to ski a lot — it was one of my favorite hobbies, but I haven’t skied since the day a car ran red and plowed into the side of my Nissan over four years ago. If I'm being honest with myself, I thought I never would again. But, the day after Christmas I felt like I should go. So, as I do when I get that prompt, I went. On the way out the door mom said goodbye with a nervous smile and I raised my fist to the sky and said,
"I am going to go overcome some obstacles!"
I'll admit, I was just as nervous as my mom. But as I strapped on my boots and clicked on my skis I felt a heaviness I didn't even realize was there being taken from me, and I moved towards the lift. It scooped us up and my sister Kayla and I zipped to the top. We started down the mountain, city sparkling with a peaceful Christmas afterglow, and with every turn my joy and freedom grew and grew! By the time I got to the bottom I was laughing my guts out! I forgot how much I loved it. Kayla looked at me and said, "you look so happy." I was.