If i was not currently stranded in my home country i would be in the middle of my fourth ski season. coming from australia i had never actually heard of ‘doing seasons’ although occasionally a friend of a friend would disappear to canada and reappear a year or two later with tales of snow (few) and drunken debauchery (many).
living in france, half the people i met told me i just ‘HAD to do a season!’
‘but i have never seen snow before,’ i said.
apparently this did not matter.
a few months later i was working in a (awesome, just by the way) bar in the french alps. it was probably the hardest job i’ve ever had actually – what with long hours 6 days a week, being drunk/hungover generally 5 (ok maybe 6…often 7) days a week, having to speak (/attempt to speak) french, all the while trying to get the hang of sliding down a mountain.
i realised my first day that i had never actually SEEN a mountain, let alone snow, let alone slid down the snow covering a mountain. i had many moments sitting on the chairlift, watching all the funny little skiers and boarders like little ants swarming over a hill, and felt how i imagine an alien would feel watching this spectacle – what the fuck are they doing, i would think. WHAT AM I DOING?
(who knows though. maybe aliens are super into skiing.)
(my brain is now lost imagining pros and cons of gravity and skis and logistics and also alien snow fashion. the parisienne jeans and sunnies combo comes to mind.)
but obviously, fell in love with the mountains. i suspect i like seasonal work partly because it does not feel grown up, and even if it is hard it is fun (mostly, although interpreting an angry italians’ dinner order can be distressing), and i have a short attention span so i can just plan one season at a time.
obviously hasn’t worked that well currently.
however!! i saw this quote today:
‘life will give you whatever experience is the most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness.’
(i’m not sure what life was doing last year when i was living on a diet of primarily rice cakes, avocado, martinis, ciders and bad decisions? let alone what is says for people going through actual catastrophes? but it was a helpful quote for my current state of consciousness)
so i have decided there is a reason i am stuck here. or several.
– i need to get my shit together and stop just being a ski bum. well, i can live in a ski town, and ski, but also have intrinsic need to accomplish something/create something/ make the world a better place, etc. don’t we all. therefore while i am here sans tequila i can actually write/ study yoga/ draw/ haven’t totally figured out plan yet.
– complex lesson in patience/ appreciating what you have (eg, i have a family who loves me and lets me come back and eat all the cheese in the fridge, even though i’m crap at writing emails and forget to call months at a time)
– along the appreciating what i have line is the ‘on the bright side’ method, which is wide and varied. i do not have an illness. all my loved ones are fine, if a little far away. i am not stuck in a war zone. i am not starving. the list goes on indefinitely and makes me feel like a princess, and one does like feeling like a princess. one does indeed.
– maybe i would have triggered a massive avalanche had i been over there and this is saving the lives of many, including my own
i meant, once i started this blog, to make it as a travel/ arty blog. because those are the things i love and want to do as a living, eventually, in my wildest dreams. however travel has been put back a little and my brain seems to be stuck along with my plans. but that is ok!! because just because you are not currently travelling does not mean you cannot write about travel! insert bronte girl quote here to do with caves. if she can write a whole adventure despite never having gone anywhere ever (i feel i am confusing a few different references here but whatever) i can definitely write about things i have done/ wish i had done/ plan on doing.
one thing i am really bad at, in case you had not already noticed, is having a point and sticking to it. it’s why i can’t tell jokes and why i am bad at small talk and definitely why i haven’t yet written the great australian novel.
always feel at the end of a blog post like i need to sign off, in tradition of gossip girl or similar. or like i should have some kind of quote, or revelation?
so er, xx, love to all, hooray we are all pretty ok really, and even if we had a bad hair day or our visas still havent come through or we lost our phone (again), at least we aren’t stuck on titanic.