no matter what happens. no one can take me away. the skin I was born in, will be mine until the day I die. the best I can ever give myself and the rest of the world, is to simply love me just the way I am. to adore me the way I am. I am my own entertainment center. I am my own love.

I am a trier. I am a survivor. I am a fighter. I am a riser.

I had my fun. I loved Cory Hardy. he’ll probably become someone that got away. but he’s also someone whom needed to get away. he is what he is and I knew what I got into when it started. but it sure was fun. life has taught me to let go, accept the things I cannot change and smile on. in fact, smile big, because it was incredible to feel that way again. I loved! I really did. I can!

and so I got my groove back. I got my skis back under me. I am the queen of the mountain. I rip and people have taken notice. they really do. it’s a bit of a high… I met up with some people I’ve never skied before on friday. got ski patrol locals tour down Marx a couple times. side stepping to fresh tracks! community service. with the same crew I ended up lapping Marx with…. they ducked the gate to the Lake and invited me along.. magical moments. new friends. and giggles and phone numbers from boys..

I keep hiking headwaters and nothing in there scares me anymore. which is startling. today I kicked up a fresh track up the knife edge ridge in the gale force winds, freezing the other side of my face, and felt the high. such a beautiful place to call home. I could see Eric & Annie’s from there. Dropped into Hellroaring, traversed into Firehole and enjoyed wholesome powder.

my church.