My writing assignment was to write briefly about something that I had decided to do that I was proud of. At 50 I decided to learn to ski. This is how I felt the first time I successfully completed a run.
As the world went rushing past her, she felt wonderful. She could see her breathe in the cold air, feel the cold wind on her cheeks, and almost touch the trees as she went flying by. It took three long winters to get to this moment. Three years ago she had agreed to try to ski. If wearing the right clothes made you a skiier, then she had earned the title the first time off the lift. But clothes don't make a skiier. Confidence in one's ability to maneuver down and around the hills make a skiier. An appreciation for the beauty of the moment as one twists and turns through the snow makes a skiier. The ability to stand up and not fall on one's face makes a skiier. And today she had finally experienced all of these things. Today she felt the cold air and it was exhilarating. Today she took each twist and turn with confidence. Today she overcame fear and gained a feeling of freedom. Skiiing was fun, exhilariting, freeing, and so much more. It took three long years to get to this moment but it was worth all the work and the very long wait. Today for the first time she could proudly say she skiied!!