Have you seen the movie Into the Wild? If you haven't then you probably should. It's pretty darn good. Anyway, a major theme of the movie is basically that it's really hard to be happy when you're all alone. Of course there are times when alone time is good and needed, but if you're alone too much you lose sight of what happiness even is. Where's your inspiration or what do you have to compare your happiness with. I don't want to ruin the movie, but the last thing that the character writes in his journal is: "Happiness only real when shared".
I think I've experienced a little of this these past few weeks. My wife and I have a pretty busy schedule which allows about 45 minutes to an hour on weeknights, and about half the weekend to actually spend time together. The worst part though has been Fridays. Friday is the only day where I actually have free time during the day all to myself before I go to work at night (right as Rach gets off). Therefore Friday has become my ski day. I could probably put effort into it and find someone to ski with, but I always end up skiing by myself. Besides being a little dangerous, it's just not as fun as it could be. Take for instance today. Today was one of the best days in my skiing career. I have had a hard time getting myself to slide rails and today I was hitting them with a high success rate. I was also hitting a big jump that a lot of people were sitting above and talking about being scared to hit. Not only did the accomplishments make it a good day, but it was just an all around good ski day. Like boosting out of my favorite natural cliff quarter pipe, and cutting through the trees and stuff. It was sunny and everything; just a perfect day. It was perfect except for the fact that I enjoyed it all by myself. It put a huge damper on it and I think it's because of the aforementioned philosophy.
Sorry for the bummer blog. Even the title contains so much pain in so many different ways. I'm really not that depressed (I don't think). I just want someone to ski with.
