Today was our first day skiing in Whistler. We had perfect weather and gorgeous views.
I’m an intermediate skier and don’t usually like to fall. But today, despite the scenery and the nice temperatures, my confidence was shaky.
Fear took over.
I fell a few times.
My first instinct was to go to a place of negativity, get mad at myself for not being a “perfect skier” and quit for the day.
But then I thought about how falling is a metaphor for life’s setbacks. And how anytime I’ve encountered difficulties in my life, I’ve gotten back up and pushed past the fear.
I’ve never been a quitter and that’s what has gotten me to where I am today.
How do you rise after a fall?
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