I rip. I curse. I shred. I go hard or not at all. I am everything or I’m your nothing and then get TF outta the way. I drive a truck (diesel, straight piped, obviously). I drive a tractor. I drive a Kia. I have a quiver of Never Summers and rebuilt knees. I have broken bones and a broken body stitched and stapled and screwed back together and I don’t care. It doesn’t slow me down for a minute.

You can die slowly or you can die living and I plan to live every. single. moment.

All of them.

Every single one.

Keep up. I dare you. I’d love that actually, but at 48 on my near half century of this life on this planet and I’ll tell you, I’m amazed. I’m in the best shape of my life. Riding more and faster and harder than I did even before my knee surgeries, even before my very first one at 16. And maybe I’m not running slalom and GS and Super G on skis these days, but I’m still #standingsideways hard carving on some of the best boards made in America, fast and real and loving every second.

Maybe I’ve never made it out west (yet). Maybe I didn’t grow up in a ski family. Maybe I’ve always been doing this on my own, from skis to snowboards to life and everything else in between.

But before you go talking shit about me, my life, and how I live, have you ever stopped to think about it? That maybe I like it? Because you know what? I fucking love it! I am in my glory these days and every day. It’s Feb 14th and 90% of my entirety of work for the month is done. I get to play in the snow almost daily. Winter is better than ever – and has always been my favorite season.

Would I like someone to share this with? Oh hell yeah! But will I settle for someone just because it’s company? Oh fuck no. Not fragile like a flower. But also not fragile like a bomb. I’m explosive. Know the difference. Get on board or get out of my way.

I am me. Wholly, completely, unapologetically me. 💯. Take it or leave it, makes no difference to me. I don’t change who I am for anyone but me, and only then it’s to become better, because I learned better, and now I will do better. Like racing tonight. Let’s get it! Let’s fucking GO!

Who’s in? I don’t need a partner in crime, or someone to do this with me. I’ll do it myself anyway. I’ve always been the only true winter lover in my entire family and I’m good with that. What are you waiting for? I wait for no one. I forge my own path. Actually everyone in my family does and that’s part of what makes us all so amazing in our own unique ways. Hell yeah. I’d love you to join me. Please do. I’m right here.

Just remember, I’m not all rough and tumble tomboy. I’m still sugar and spice. Adjust your crown, and put on those sparkly stilettos and break out that “Legaly Blonde” circa early 2000s pink feather purse and speak at a wedding (really…tomorrow). I have blue sparkly nails that match my snowboard and dyed my hair to match too (I did)! And I have a collection of cowboy boots and converse to rival my collection of stilettos and I’ll walk miles as easily in any of those as I’ll ride miles down a mountain on any of my boards.

I can’t wait to meet you. Or find you. Or come find me. In the meantime, I’ll be right here taking runs down the mountain texting my girls and my boys with all the smiles and all the love in the world. My life wants for nothing, my Valentine’s Day is always full. I guess that’s part of why I’m perpetually single – I am already so happy and so blessed. Join me if you have the courage to add to it, and grow, and truly LIVE while we go on and change the whole god damned world!

 

I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day!