A lot of people complain about the snow. They complain about winter and how it's too cold. Honestly though, it happens every single year, you'd think that people would be used to it by now.
As for me, I love the snow. I love waking up to a blanket of shimmering white. Because that can only mean one thing.
Ski season.
I am an avid skier.
I have been skiing for 15 years of my life. I have been skiing longer than I have been doing anything else in my life. I absolutely love it. I love cutting down the mountain with the snow splashing out around me. It is so exhilarating. I feel completely free, just me and the mountain.
I ski Park City.
Yesterday was opening day.
I went, of course.
Because how could I possibly stay away?!
It felt so good to be back on the mountain. I missed it so much. Like I've said before, the mountains call my name.
I felt right at home, out on the slopes once again.
I went and met up with Sarah. She was volunteering at the National Abilities Center. They help people learn how to ski despite their physical challenges. And now I want to volunteer. I love skiing and I want to share that with others. How cool to be able to help someone learn how to do what I love to do. What an amazing way to put a smile on someone's face, just by spending my Saturday doing something that I would already be doing.
The Lord has given us talents to share with others and lift them up. And now I have discovered a way to do that with skiing. I can do what I love while loving others as well.
It's a win win situation.
And I'm going to go for it.