On Wednesdays all over the internet, bloggers post photos with no words to explain them on their blog. Hence the ‘Wordless Wednesday’ title. The idea is that the photo itself says so much that it does not need any description. I am not a photographer by any means, but I love snow, I love to ski, I love to take pictures, so here you go. :)
Hi all, I thought I would give a quick update to our first craft fair. We spent almost an entire month making new items. I would come home after work and we would go right to the garage, sometimes making new things for hours. I spent many nights worrying that I wouldn't have enough items to sell. 
I had put everything from hiking to skiing to horseback riding on hold to make new items. Fast forward to the craft fair and let's just say that we had way more than enough. I think there must have been 50 people all day, about 1000 less than what was expected. 
So, here's to craft fairs and let's hope the next one is more successful. :) Obsession, according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary: A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an idea or feeling; also: an emotion or idea causing such a preoccupation. 
Many have used this word to describe me when it comes to skiing. Just because I once took my skis in for a wax and tuneup in July in hopes it would bring an early snow, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I check the local ski resorts daily to see if, by chance, we have had any new snow, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I get happy when there is even the tiniest cloud in the sky, even in the summer, because I think it just might be bringing some of its cloud friends for some snow, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I literally dream I am skiing and wake up sad that it was only a dream, does not make me obsessed. 
Just because I once skied on a little patch of man-made snow just to have my skis on my feet and snow under my skis, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I have taken my kids to the vacant ski resorts during the summer just to sit on the chair lift, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I once skied on my right leg as I put a tiny fracture in my left leg the week before from a bad fall, does not make me obsessed.
Just because I would get in the car at night with a friend and drive an hour to a resort for night skiing in 8 degree weather, does not make me obsessed. 
Just because I would spend my last few dollars on a lift ticket instead of anything else, does not make me obsessed. Or does it?
I might be inclined to say I am a wee bit obsessed, but I love having something I love and am passionate about. How sad it would be to go through life and not have something that you are passionate about, dream about, think about, and get to be a part of.
I like knowing how much I love to ski. I like how if I am having a rotten day, I can hit the slopes and no matter what was bothering me, by the time I hit my first run, I no longer care. Bills overdue? Who cares! I can't pay them from the chairlift, so they just don't matter. Nothing can bother me when I am up there, nothing, and I like it that way. 
I am beginning to think being obsessed is a good thing. I hope everyone finds at least one thing they can't live without. I have often said I could live if I physically couldn't ski, but honestly, not sure if I would want to. I would be glad to be around for my kids, but I know I would always be missing that part of me that loves to ski. It makes me happy. I also say to find something you love to do, and do it often. If not, why not?
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