Sunny Blue

Stupendous weekend!...and my high school skiing carrier has finally come to a close (surreal). With my weekend coming to a close I leave with I huge and open heart....like the grinch times ten! With love from coaches finest, and friends that I will hold on to forever this weekend ends like a sour patch kid," first there sweet, then there sour".

Along with ski season ending I am also torn between feelings of past and future as I anticipate what is soon to come in my life, the the opportunities to try new experiences and meet new people as I leave such strong bonds behind.

The past four years I have raced, laughed, and cried with some of the most beautiful and strongest people I have come to know. This weekend not only was I able to strengthen my friendships but also gave me the opportunity to see an old friend to whom I look up to and strive to be like.

Eating chipotle chocolates, skiing the race of my life and giving and receiving hugs of love and remorse I leave February feeling blessed, loved, and extremely lucky!

Confessions of a chocohalic, tempermental, procrastinator....

Depression....who dose it hurt....? Well in my case that would have to be the relationship between me and my refrigerator....ugh....(tummy moans in retreat)...From homework and battles with the mind of Dosoyevsky, to freak out blubbering meltdowns about College and my "destiny"...over the past few days I have found myself tip toeing to the "big white lug" who I have been unconsciously trying to be comforted by.....Mr. Food! A common choice by most, engulfing on a journey to consume everything insight desperately trying to fill a void of some sort, a hole, stress, a meaning....but really chocolate mouse pie and mocha starbucks ice-cream...is NOT the answer...abuse I say, abuse to my teeth, abuse to my body, and abuse to my self-esteem... not yet affected by the aftermath of my destruction I really do want to make a change. So here goes another pact..facebook is out of the mix and junk food to boot...I have signed myself up for an intervention! Ready to feed my self spiritually, emotionally and physically! A project of sorts for my own good, to help get back on a track to a centered and wholesome life...good bye procrastination, hello motivation. Resilient Red 85 on my fingers and toes for a confidence boost, I head to the brush me teeth and wash my face, for a bright new day ahead. Clean slate.

"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”-Gautama Siddharta

Vince

...Thanks Master P for opening a window....although I came to respect this song in my "english class" I can't thank Mr. Primrose enough for making my day and releasing in me a new perspective. *

By :Don McLean

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listenthey're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

AGAPE..

Long time no see....the blogging world has opened up to me yet again, and hopefully it will be here to stay. Hopefully through this blog I will be able to channel some of my own personal energy into something positive instead of being sucked into the obis, and mindless liking and disliking of the facebook world...I have made many attempts to end this time wasting habit of mine, but am making a pact to toss in the profile today....and find comfort in this here blog of mine....that I haven't written in since September...? (wince) But here I am ready to turn a new leaf, channel some positive energy, and speak my mind.

Although I hope to make daily entrees I thought I would make an effort to make an update of some of last weeks happenings...

A series of unfortunate events...in which I lost my phone, misplaced my car keys amongst a snow storm, spent 3 days in Laramie with my mother who tore her petela in her knee on ice and while she was in surgery...I lost her credit card. Friendships have begun to crumble as I tried to eat away my sorrows in a box of Russell Stovers....sad, sap, sucky, week.

On a higher note keys, phone and credit card was found (although it had already been canceled) , I recieved a bouquet of flowers from my father on Valentines Day, and I was treated to a free cup of OLD TOWN's signature coffee with words of encouragement and understanding...who new a free cup of coffee could almost lead me to tears...such a kind and thoughtful gesture that I have not received for some time. Although it was a tough week I hope to start this next week on a more positive note with State Skiing in Jackson...spending time with good friends, seeing old, and reliving some of my old memories of the Grand Teton and how close I hold it to my heart..although GT may be a little snow covered I look forward to a much needed trip down memory lane.