views from the top
I’m not scared of many things… but when I am scared of something, I am terrified. And all of my life, I have been deathly afraid of heights and most forms of pain. This past President’s day weekend was dedicated to a trip to Big Bear with some good friends and if someone were to ask me to sum up the weekend in one word, I would have absolutely nothing for them. It was insane to say the least.
On our drive up, one of our friends ran into some problems with his snow chains, and what should have been a 4 hour drive turned into a 12 hour expedition. It was late, cold and dark…but to be honest, it was exciting. I saw my friends working hard and pouring out their efforts to help one another. I was out there when my boyfriend was lying on the ground in a puddle of muddy water trying to unhook the chains from our friend’s car. I saw love and care between some of the best people that I know. And it was only Friday night.
The following days were just absolute fun to soothe the obstacles that we reached on the way up. They were filled with games, laughter, snow and for me… a face to face battle with my fears.
We had designated Sunday for snowboarding… and no one knew this, but… I really hated it. When I was younger, my family would go up to the mountains in Colorado and enjoy the recreational wonders of the mountain… and I would not. I was so scared of the ski lift and just the idea of going down the mountain that I refused to leave the hotel room. Now, 13 years later… I voluntarily signed myself up to go do those very same things.
I have no idea what got into me, but I did finally realize that life was too exciting for me to just watch it from the window.
And even though I never got off the ski lift without falling, and I came back with a sprained knee… it turns out that the view was so so so much better. :)
