Today was one of those days where I have to take comfort in the small things I accomplished. I helped my grandpa dig out some Christmas decorations, played Final Fantasy, tidied the house, and made dinner.
Oh, and applied for a couple of jobs….it was thrilling.
Who am I to complain though? I mean, I did just come back from vacation (I know its what you’re all thinking, so I have to say it first).
It’s just habit for me to get bored though. As I’ve mentioned before, I have problems finding satisfaction in non-lifechanging things. That’s probably why it’s taking me so long to hit my stride in something; I always move on to the next “thing” (be it blogging, or school, or whatever), inevitably becoming bored of that too. I blame that on the fact that my chinese horoscope is the Horse; as Astrology.com puts it, horses are the nomads of the chinese zodiac.
Ah, if only zodiacs were a real excuse for it 😉 .
I’ve also been thinking a lot about skiing today. All the hills around us are finally open, and both Russ and I are chomping at the bit to get out there. I’ve been dreaming of the drive up the mountain to Marmot (our hill of choice), freshly fallen powder, the sound of carved up snow under my skis, and the undeniable joy I get out of ripping from top to bottom of the mountain. Skiing has been life-changing for me.
For three years after graduating High School, I fell hard out of love with winter. Looking back, the three winters I trudged through before meeting Russ, aren’t full of too many happy memories. I had had figure skating in High School, but with university and life, I let that fall by the wayside. Winter had become a miserable six months that were cold, full of terrible driving, and just general misery (in my mind anyways). Without a winter activity, I was done. Then I met Russ, and in November of the first year we were dating, I met skiing.
The first time I went out with him to Marmot, I refused to ski. I was too embarrassed. But, while sitting alone and bored in the hotel room, I resolved that the next time Russ took me to Jasper, I would be joining him, not matter how mortifying it might be. So that’s what I did.
I think we made it down from top to bottom a total of maybe three times, and I sat in the lodge for about two hours, but I didn’t completely suck, and I was having fun even when I did. In short, I completely dug it. Like Russ, I found myself counting the days until we could get out again, and even maybe, might have had a bit of a temper tantrum when Russ went without me. Finally, there was something (other than Christmas ;)) to look forward to in winter.
And now, I can go from the top of the mountain, to the bottom (without falling) in ten minutes or less. It’s something that brings me a lot of pride. And, while tidying and helping my grandpa pull out decorations isn’t quite as thrilling as flying down a mountain, I have to remember that not everyday is full of action and adventure. Everyone has tedious things to do, and as long as I’m unemployed, I’m going to have to find a little bit more excitement in mine.
Hope you’ve had a great Monday!! PEACE!