Thanksgiving is a few short days away, and I get to hang out with a dear friend this week. That is all that is going well right now. Final projects are looming near. The temperature is still to high to make snow. On top of that it looks like it will rain all week. My least favorite kind of precipitation. Not to mention the perilous nature of my housing at the moment. These last few years I've lived for the snow. At first it was just to fulfill a promise and then it became much more. I fell in love all over again with the sport. Then this past year I found that teaching it may equal or surpass the actual riding itself. And what really sets it apart is how at the end of most everyday I can just sit and be happy as a clam, with no wants but more vertical on our mountain. I get the exercise I need and the endorphin boost with it.
Now I don't know if I have the seasonal depression like some folks in the grey northeast do. I'm not one to add disorders to my mostly normal brain, unlike one of my teens who insists on short-term memory loss. But if saying I do lets me ride more I'm all for it.
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