My Daydream

There are moments I long for the past and simpler times, but who doesn’t. Life has become so complicated for all of us regardless if it’s driven by society, our own stupidity or in my case a pair of eyes that are loosing steam.

I sometimes daydream about shrinking in size to be a toddler and completely dependent upon my parents. I look at my son Ari who is almost 17 months old and think, “what a great life!” The truth is even Ari at such a young age has had his share of complications. He has a non-threatening kidney problem that put him in the ER twice already and keeps him on antibiotics indefinitely. He still leads an amazing, carefree life, but it brings me back to reality that even my pint size little cherub has his plight.

My other favorite daydream is imagining myself pounding fearlessly down the ski slope at Jackson Hole in Wyoming. It’s been a long time since I felt the rush of tackling the moguls on a steep black diamond and feeling that annoying yet rewarding burn in your thighs. At the end of the day, it’s just you against the mountain.

In my hay day, I was an avid skier that could hang with the best of them. Unfortunately, my grace on the mountain has diminished over the years and I’ve moved from the blacks to blues. It’s a bit of a blow to my ego, but the new reality with my eyes quitting on me.

This winter I hope to create a “new reality” for myself and learn to ski as a “blind skier.” I don’t know much about it yet, but there is a course and it is possible.