One of my media clients recently made a generous offer: to let us stay in their ski cabin for the weekend. The last time I went skiing, I was 12 years old and my step-father had taken me up the mountains. It was cold and windy, and I didn’t have the right gear. It was a miserable day.
So, whenever my daughter has asked (which she has many times): “Can you take me to the snow and teach me how to ski?” I’ve gently let her down.
Enter Thunderpants: that man loves to ski. And he has been working on me. “Let’s go to the mountains! It will be fun!” This lovely ski cabin offer seemed like a sign.
So, last weekend, after packing the car with pillows, snacks, and borrowed snow gear, we headed up to Lake Tahoe. My daughter shrieked when she saw the first patch of snow. We signed her up for lessons on the tiny bunny slope as a beginner, where I figured she would stay for the day.
Not quite. Imagine my surprise as TP and I were riding the ski lift later that day — going over one of the bigger hills — she glided beneath us. I cried cold tears, I couldn’t help it.
“You got bit by the ski bug,” I told her later.
“When can we ski again?” she asked.
But back to me — right when I got off the lift the first time, I looked down the hill and did a fast snow plow. How the heck would I get down? It probably wasn’t that steep, it just looked scary. I just stood there, with my poles digging in the snow.
Thunderpants was at my side. “Just go slowly,” he said.”Take it one turn at a time.”
It’s the same message he tells me whenever I get stuck, whether I’m in the midst of a mother-daughter conflict or stressed out about the future.
Take a deep breath.
Take it one turn at a time.
So, I pushed off and slid down, one turn at a time. My legs shook, as he cheered me on.
That’s just how it is with TP, and by the time I went down the third hill, he’d given me a new name: “Suzy Chapstick.”
He kept yelling it out: “Suzy Chapstick!” and it cracked me up.
More than that, he’s the guy who encourages me to take a break and relax. Before I met him, I didn’t know how to relax. He used to tease me on the weekends because I was ALWAYS on: working, cleaning, cooking, running errands, and working some more. He’d say, “Love, it’s time to get off your computer and log into life!”
So, when you’re afraid or overwhelmed, how do you slow down?
When was the last time you took the break that YOU deserve?
If it has been too long, how do you plan to slow down soon?
Oh, and don’t forgot to wear your helmet along the way:
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