In 2010, we decided to make a tradition of spending a week in the mountains. A tradition we can continue after our kids have grown and have kids of their own. It will be something that everyone can count on, regardless of their financial situation. This year was our second such trip (and I’m already planning on going back in a month). This year’s vacation itinerary nearly mirrored last years. We hit the same restaurants and did the same activities. Why mess with what works?
Yesterday, I learned the diagnosis of my arm/wrist that I injured while snowboarding. It is officially broken and I’m now wearing the first cast in my life. While wearing it around the office, I’m finding two things interesting; people’s curiosity about it and their surprise when I tell them I broke it snowboarding. The later truly amazes me. I’m looked at in such a way that says “I should have known better”. I am now 38 year old and I hurt myself doing something that I’ve wanted to do since I was a teenager. What exactly is surprising about this? The fact that I still chase my dreams and have refused to live with Adultitis (See Adultitis.org for Diagnosis and Treatment), or is it their inability to do the same? Life is for experiencing that which I’ve yet to, without fear? As we do not get a do-over at life.