Isn't it the worst feeling to want to do something but also be afraid to do it at the same time?
Updates on our ski trip situation: Yesterday after a puke filled 6 hour car trip, we thought my stepdaughter Sofia was just suffering from car sickness, however after a not-so-restful night and over 24 hours of puking the doc confirmed she has a contagious gastro infection. So she has medicine, electrolyte ice pops, and has been sleeping for most of the day.
With the hopes of getting outside to at least build a snowman today dashed, it has been a sad day for everyone, sitting in this cute (but small) one-bedroom apartment. The view from the window which I showed in my last post filled up with skiers, snowboarders, and kids on their sleds, and the sunshine was both beautiful and pretty depressing. 😔
We have 3 more days left here, and I would absolutely love for Sofia to feel better tomorrow so we can head out as a family as planned. The doctor said that her illness could last anywhere between 24 hours to a week, and also that myself and my husband could get sick too. If she doesn't recover the whole time we are here it got me asking the question....
Should I head out on my own?
I've never skied on my own before... it's not really my idea of fun. In fact the whole idea of traipsing down to the equipment place to go pick up my hire gear and lift pass all on my own, and then get on a lift all on my own and then go down the slope on my own seems pretty uninviting.
I'm confronted by a few anxiety-ridden questions: what if people think I'm a weirdo skiing on my own? what if I fall over and there's no one to pick me up? 😂 what if I injure myself? what if I get lost? what if I'm really lonely and have a horrible time? Fear makes us consider all of the possible things that could go wrong, sometimes preventing you from even trying.
I know though that putting yourself outside of your comfort is always the best thing you can possibly do for yourself. 99.9% of the time it usually ends happily. I remember being so scared to travel alone, always feeling like I needed to know at least one person to hang out with, and then I booked travel to go by myself to New Zealand to force myself to explore solo for 23 days. I had such an amazing trip, and makes up some of my favourite travel memories ever.
Fingers crossed the bug is gone tomorrow, and we can all hit the slopes together. Otherwise, perhaps you guys will have to expect a vlog of me trying my best to go-it-alone.
Do you guys sometimes struggle to put yourselves outside of your comfort zone? Do you have any advice for me on skiing solo?
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