I attended college at The University of Colorado…in Boulder. (Yep, that’s the one. I know it doesn’t really fit into whatever box you’ve probably put me in, but it is where I went. I promise.) Whenever I tell people they immediately want to ask two questions.
The first most are hesitant to voice, “Did you graduate?” Why, yes, I did. In three years. Thank you very much.
And the second slips out without hesitation, “Did you ski ALL THE TIME?” That’s the one I hate answering. Because while I always made it out a handful of times each year, I definitely did not ski enough. So I start explaining…
When I lived in Colorado, I was spoiled. The mountains were there, well, all the time. Life happened. College happened. I carefully picked and choose days when I could afford to get up early, gather my gear, head west, and tackle the conditions. My aspirations of hitting the slopes were impeded by obligations…a sorority formal, a test, a birthday dinner, a date with a dark and brooding boy (I loved the dark and brooding boys). And by the weather…too much snow, not enough snow, too cold temperatures, too warm temperatures.
In short, I waited for the stars to align, and only skied on the all-too-rare perfect day.
The lesson I learned too late to make an impact on my skiing, and that I’m still learning over and over again, is that “perfect days” are few and far between. And that wonderful memories can be made when I stop waiting for all the proper circumstances to align and say yes to adventure, to the unexpected, to life.
In what areas of your life do you find yourself waiting for the perfect day?