Sitting on my unusually small couch, I looked at the time: 1:15 PM.

I sighed and picked up the remote and confirmed that I was still watching Netflix.

I let the next episode of The Office roll.

The Failed Experiment

And the next one after that.

And the one after that too.

After five more episodes I looked at my phone again: 3:45 PM.

No new texts, no new phone calls.

It was mid November and I had little motivation to do anything.

Thats what happened to me this fall.

Im not sure where the pressure came from.

Some of it was probably from the comment my ex-girlfriend made.

How she planned to get serious with her life when she turned 25.

I was 26 and this was a definite sign she wanted me to get my shit together.

Pretty good logic, right?

I pushed my passions aside for what I thought was my next step towards happiness stability.

I joked to my roommate that we should title this period of our lives The Failed Experiment.

We all chase some sort of stability in one form or another.

Now its not always that simple, but at least its something to strive for.

Have you ever heard the song Let Her Go by Passenger?

Basically, it talks about how you dont know what you have until its gone.

This sentiment rang true to me when I was living down valley.

During my previous two seasons at Alta, all I could think about was how I was getting nowhere.

Stuck in the same, low-paying jobs while my friends climbed the ladder in the ski community.

Some became photographers, while others got promotions at the lodges they worked for.

I started to hate living up at Alta.

When I didnt come back this season, it dawned on me all the great things I left behind.

What Im trying to get at is, sometimes our journeys arent always a straight line.

How they squeeze the air out of my lungs on the skin track making me feel alive.

How their mood swings from thirty degrees and sunny to two degrees and puking snow.

Especially how I feel some weird, hippy connection with them when Im on my skis.

No other place has captivated my soul like the mountains have.

Life has a weird way of telling you where to go next.

Sometimes it says clearly, Go here now and you will feel fulfilled.

Other times it says, Youre going to have to figure this one out on your own.