DONE: Skiing and the slow discovery of one's true self.

This blog entry has been written about 20 times in my head. I swear I've been thinking about this post for at least a week and a half and somehow every time I get in front of the computer to type it out, I get writer's block.

You see dear reader, this following sentence I wrote twice and, twice I erased it. I was very unsure the language I was using was proper English. Because I speak Spanish and French, I oftentimes use quirky expressions and although sometimes it sounds endearing, I get the impression that on written form it looks plain stupid.


That brings me to the real subject of this post, which at this time, I'm not sure if it makes sense. I wanted to write about the same thing I always write.

I always start with a funny or not so straight forward story about something I want to do or something that went awry in order to make you guys laugh and think a little about what I might say.

Then, I tell you that I finally did something that I hand't allowed myself to do or that I hadn't had the chance, money or initiative to try at all. I usually finish with with something along the lines of "-You do the same, -Go ahead and conquer the world" thing, which is actually quite strange.

It is strange in the sense that I write it as if I was preaching to a virtual public, which I discovered that it is in fact not true, most of the times I'm preaching to myself. Every-time I try something new that was totally unexpected, or something that is just simple but oh so pleasant I win a battle against my life anorexia.

A life anorexia, in my terms, is when you deny yourself of the things you want. I for example wanted to ski, I hate the cold, I technically hate winter and I'm kind of a lazy bum but I wanted to ski, I wanted to do something different, exciting, difficult and over-all completely unlike bookworm I've been all my life. Nothing wrong with being a bookworm, I enjoyed that time of my life very much.

I found reasons not to go, too expensive and I'm unemployed, I'm scared of snowy hills, I have very weak knees, etc.Yet I went, I fell countless times, I sprained my knee and at the end of the day I got carried down the mountain in a first aid toboggan.

Off course I'm going to say I'm still happy I did it, I'm a big walking cliche; or more of a limping cliche, but this post isn't about skiing at all. I think its about getting who you are inside to shine from the inside out. Lately I don't care if I have to deal with this by writing cheesy blog posts in poor English grammar for a group of friends or strangers; or just laughing in front of the mirror making funny faces, whatever it takes to become a little bit more authentic a day at the time.

What if being authentic means not being perfect? maybe being authentic means hurting yourself on the slopes, anyway, it was for me. Not even a step for humanity but a very big jump for myself. Hell! this very imperfect post seems like big achievement for me.

I'll keep writing, I'll also try not to make an ass of myself but I can't promise anything, because off course, I know that sometimes those same stupid rants I'm sometimes embarrassed about, most of the time they make me laugh.

Dear four readers, what is the way you will combat life anorexia this year? Happy 2011!