Yesterday a few of us from work lucky enough to get the day off decided to go skiing. As Seattle (and Spokane) have been getting nothing but rain, the mountains over here have been getting quite a bit of snow … and unfortunately, wind as well. So we left early and decided to go ski at a mountain outside of Chewelah called 49 degrees north after our first choice was unlikely to open because of the strong winds. After about an hour and a half drive, we find that they’re not open on Wednesdays. Slightly disappointing – okay, really disappointing, but slightly in light of the entire day. So we decide to drive to Mt. Spokane – a half an hour from the city, but about an hour from where we were at. Get there, rent skis, have something to eat, strap the 2×4’s to our feet, schlep up to the ticket counter, and are told that the conditions are terrible and no refunds will be issued should we choose to attempt the chunky, icey, windy conditions with only a few lifts in operation. Stinky, nonetheless, but I suppose it could have been worse – we could have bought tickets and after one run of disappointment headed out early with $28 less in our wallets.
However, I suppose it’s all in perspective and clear perspective is what we are often in need of. Worse than a disappointing day of skiing or lack-of, I could be in the shoes of millions around the world who will never even be able to fathom participating in such leisure activities as skiing. Whose days consist not of fun, but of survival. Sometimes I need to be reminded of this perspective – one of gratitude. Instead of becoming angry or frustrated when Starbucks messes up my drink order (which never happens by the way
, being thankful that I am afforded the opportunity to enjoy coffee. Instead of being mad that I couldn’t go skiing that day, being thankful that I can – that I’m afforded the freedom and means to do as I wish, within practical limits. The FIAT means nothing by the way, but I thought it would capture your attention. Tricky, eh. No not really, its just a random picture that I took in Italy. FIATs are so cute, and they could practically fit on a shelf in your garage. How fun. As you can see, this particular one dreams of one day being a Ferrari.






