When it rains, it snows!

Snow on my butt-evidence of falling hard-many times.

The heavy rains brought blankets of snow to Southern California's mountains in the past few weeks. We're talking about fresh, powdery snow. Translation: Ideal conditions for snowboarding. Nearly four years ago, I invested in a snowboard, several pieces of gear and a season pass to a local resort. I made the pilgrimage to the mountain almost every other weekend. Marc, our sisters and myself were really faithful about waking up at the crack of dawn and heading out by 6am on Sunday mornings. I never got really good at it. I'm sad to say that I haven't made it back since then. School and other things took over and the snow disappeared sooner and sooner each year. I've thought of selling my board several times. Lift tickets have risen in price, it's such a hassle to drive up the mountain especially when chains are required and well....I just totally suck. This snowboard is now patiently parked in the garage of my parents' home. Whenever I look at, I think about the many hobbies and projects I've started yet have never come to finish or fulfill. I'm instantly reminded of second, third, fourth, endless chances. I'm reminded of growing, progress, and practice. I'm reminded of how impatient I can be and how I need to learn to "just give it some time." It may have been years since my last run down the mountain but I'm certain that it won't be the last.