Here is what I noticed, it doesn't take perfection and you will still be successful.
We all want to wait until.
I am not sure who we expect will bring Until to us, but we do have this idea about so many things.
I can't ski until I am thinner, fitter, have the right outfit, am not scared of the hills, will be assured I won't fall, its warmer, colder, I have a friend, etc.
I am here to tell you that I am the most imperfect perfect skier!
I don't fit the image of many skiers. Sleek, fit and fast with graceful agility to navigate the trails like the wind.
I call myself a badass for falling at the end of the hill to stop. I made it, and am proud to have done so.
I am larger than most...and yet my largeness does not stop my legs from skiing!
I am weaker than most, but gaining strength each time I head out.
I am more timid and worried about the next hill; but I am brave enough to face it.
I love that I don't fit the image of a skier, but skiing is what I do.
I find the same on the bike.
I believe, that I am the one who will cancel out your excuses.
I am older, with arthritic joints, heavy, and on the spectrum of getting into shape.
I started out from the couch. Literally.
Okay, I did have the past practice of yoga that had kept my body limber and somewhat strong. But, I had lost a lot of my ability or maybe endurance, for outdoor movement. And, I had very limited confidence in being able to navigate hiking trails, hills on the bike as well as big miles, and then cross country skiing with hills etc.
It was as if I was doing it again for the first time, but this time with a challenging body.
Weight, age and body ailments were just a few of my hurdles. My comfortable seeking mind, wasn't often eager to try and regain my youthful movements.
So I started with and pretty much still maintain a body that appears very non-athletic.
I feel I am the poster child (Lady) for the out of shape - yet I moving around like a fit person.
The oddity on the trail!
I love that I am the imperfectly perfect skier, snowshoer, biker and hiker. And, I hope that my daring to step into a realm that is usually only for the fit, will encourage other imperfectly perfect ladies to join me!
It is not about perfection. My body moves just like theirs.
What I even love more, is that I am okay with me. That it doesn't bother me at all, how I look as I am enjoying moving in nature. I feel that I have the freedom of the old, before I am really old!
And, sometimes it makes me giggle. The images of how I must look when I on my back, skis in the air as I try and to get my skis off so I can get up. And, all I am really concerned about is getting back on my feet and back skiing. How I move like an old lady, while feeling young at heart!
I truly hope I inspire others whose minds have them waiting for Until. To let that go and just do it.
Let's fill the trails with our perfectly imperfect bodies! It feels badass to go against the norms, to dare and not fit in.
It truly is a shame, we believe the ideas of Until. That it stops us from enjoying life to its fullest.
The more successful I am at each new outdoor sport, the less I notice my body and the more I concentrate on learning a new skill. And, with each new skill comes a rise in my esteem!
I hope that I will begin to see more and more imperfectly perfect ladies (and guys) out enjoying the trails. The trails don't care. And nature surely doesn't.
Let's not wait until.
For I am sure, that we die waiting for until. That life and adventure are with those who don't care!
I wish I could share what it feels like to not care, oh the freedom it brings. And, it allows you to enjoy the scenery and breathe the fresh air.
We each get to represent a certain person and be that on the trail.
It will encourage others to just be themselves and have fun!
It is so much less stressful being the imperfect one! Everything goes and there are no rules! What is not to love?
What happened one day on the trail, was I thought I am 'good enough' to be here.
So, what had to have been a previous thought, is that I wasn't good enough, fit enough, or athletic enough. That I would have not fit in.
Now, I feel like I belong on the trail. That I am allowed to be there. I am accepted.
When, actually I have accepted myself exactly as I am. And, in doing so I fit in everywhere. It never was the expectations of others or whether the trail fit me. It was all about how I saw myself, and where I was good enough to be.
While I thought it took strength to be active, I am thinking it takes self-acceptance and love, equally. You have to believe you are worthy of joy, play and new adventures!
My heart is happy and filled with love, peace and joy - so there is no where I don't fit!
If I had a wish, it would be that all could feel the freedom of self-acceptance.
That is so deep, you see the trail, the skis and and feel the experience, before even one thought enters about how you look.
And, when you think of you you smile...loving your imperfect perfect self!
The greatest tragedy is to wait until you are perfect!
(This quilt should be titled - "Hairpin"!)