The first time I skied on a real mountain, I was ten. Prior to that, I’d skied only on the smooth, glacier-carved hills of the Midwest. The purple peaks of the Rockies were a different story.
Before we get all philosophical, let me tell you about my outfit that day. I wore black stirrup pants tucked into neon orange boots. My jacket was hot pink, with hot pink Smith goggles to match. We didn’t wear helmets in those days, so my permed hair stuck out from beneath my fleece ski band in a mushroom of pouffy wonder. I looked rad and I knew it, as one does at the wondrous age of ten, before the teenage angst and self-doubt sets in. I couldn’t wait to race down the mountain in all my neon glory.
After I got off the chairlift with my dad, though, I froze. The run was long and twisty. I couldn’t see the bottom. I attempted to make my way down the mountain by skiing only sideways, traversing my way without picking up any speed.
I remember my dad saying, “You’ve got to point your skis downhill.”
I did, and I flew. I fell. I got bruised and shaken and full of snow. But I got up and kept going. And I had the time of my life (those were the days of Patrick Swayze and Dirty Dancing, after all).
I feel much the same way now, on the precipice of publication of my first book, VINTAGE. I can’t see what the path is like after I push off the lip of the safe, flat surface at the top of the run. I might fall. I might break a limb, like our Monday deb Lori did last week. But I can’t stay up here on the edge forever. I’ve got to point my skis downhill. All I can do is use the skills I’ve learned and remember not to be too terrified to enjoy the ride and the views.
If I can find a photo of myself in my hot pink ensemble circa 1989, I promise to post it on the Deb Facebook page. Head on over there and “like” the page so you don’t miss it! And if you happen to have donned some fabulous winter fashions of your own in seasons past, whether you’re a ski bunny or a more of an apres-ski and hot cocoa type, please share a description of your own fabulosity below.
Photo credit: Vail Resort, via Examiner.com