Walking down West 4th today. This is on the window of the ski shop Comor. It's obviously an ad for something, but really, this is exactly how I feel when I ski. It's peace in the chaos of everyday life. Whenever I'm not skiing, I wish I was. I have an upcoming dilemma regarding skiing, actually - go to Whistler Thursday to satisfy my need to ski, or be responsible and stay in the city to apply for jobs?
Essentially it comes down to this: To be responsible, productive, and look after my future but have extremely low morale (that apparently surfaces while job searching)? OR to have fun, do something I love (resulting in high morale levels) and make use of my Whistler pass?
Decisions, decisions.
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