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Falling into the New Year

If there is one thing I am good at it is falling and it is never done with grace.  My fear of falling extends into many aspects of my life and one particular aspect is skiing. My husband and children  ski two runs with me in the morning before ditching me for the call of the black diamonds.


I  don’t mind skiing alone because there is no one exclaiming  “Hurry up, Mom! You are sooo slow!”

On my own I can make my way down the mountain at my own leisurely pace and soak in the views inhaling the fresh mountain air.

The other day as I was skiing I made my way into a narrow corridor  of the run it was then I heard the swoosh of a snowboard right  behind me, a very loud expletive, and a thud.

I knew I was a goner.

My ski was clipped by the board, I went down letting out a very loud expletive, and smacked my head against the snow. I laid there for a moment looking up at the blue sky and accessing the damage. Only one very sore thumb, some stars, and the humbling experience of falling once again.

The young wiper snapper that clipped my skis  was already up and down to the next portion of the hill. I sat for a moment and attempted to pull myself up on my poles. I tried once, “Damn it!”

A large tribe of snowboarders then descended upon the run  and one young man hollered with warning to the ones above, “Mom down! Mom down! Mom down!”

They all swerved past me in a speed of lightning and it was at that moment I made the decision I would no longer be the “mom down.” I pulled up with one ski pole, then pulled up with the second pole, and with an elation exclaimed out loud to myself “This mom is up! Mom is up! I am up!”

As I skied down to the next chairlift   I contemplated going back to the lodge for my traditional  end of the day Bailey’s and coffee sitting in the lodge with all of the other Moms who were ditched that afternoon by their families. Instead, I took a deep breath and knew the coffee could wait because I was ready for my next run.

My fear of falling is big and when I do land on my back staring at the sky I know there is always a way to get up. It just takes humility, patience, and plenty of time. I have no idea what the New Year will bring but I wouldn’t expect it any other way.

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook

43 replies

  1. Oh, how I loved this post! Inspiring, to say the least! You go, girl! Show them young people and the rest of us, how it’s done! Happy New Year! 🙂

  2. Great post! I don’t ski, but i imagine if I did and I landed down… I’d be laughing so hard that I probably wouldn’t be able to get up ….Of coarse I know I would get back up ~ Thanks for the inspiration! Have a Fantastic New Year!

  3. You totally should’ve clotheslined them with your ski pole. Little fuckers……….

    I’m going to smile every time I fall now and shriek, “Darcie is UP! Darcie is UP!” in your honor.

    1. I suspect it was retribution for all the times I would ski with my Mom (when I was that age) and she would fall I would say something snotty like “There she goes again.” with an eyeroll.

      lol. Thank you! I felt like taking a bow after getting up and might have done a small happy dance. Just a little one…

  4. That just cracks me up – “Mom down!” When she was in her 70s my own mother went through a period of time where she always was falling. She never hurt herself, so we got in the habit of saying, “There she goes again!” She was the most determined critter in the world. The day I came home and found her in the middle of the living room floor with an ankle broken in two places, she’d pulled down a pillow and a throw, reached her book and was just waiting.

    When I came in the front door, she said, “Now, dear, don’t get upset. I’m fine – I just can’t get up.” And she sure couldn’t, until we got the medics!

    Let’s hear it for women of all ages who refuse to stay down – you included!

  5. Grrr, that’s one of the things I hate about skiing is the clods who knock you down and don’t even stop to see if you’re alive. Like you I don’t mind skiing alone with the mountain. Good for you for getting back up– it isn’t always easy especially in powder– I can verify this! 🙂 Have fun!

    1. Thanks, Melanie! I love the time to myself on the hill. I find it very calming.

      I always have bad luck with snowboarders but the same can be applied to skiers too. Sometimes people are going too fast, no control, and not really thinking of the people in front of them.

  6. Good stuff! What we “oldsters” lack in skill, quick-thinking, flexibility, reflexes, speed, strength, stamina, and agility (oh, my I don’t like where this is going) we make up for in stubbornness 🙂

  7. Nice work! I have vertigo and a huge fear of falling. My husband is an avid snowboarder and I try my best to push my fear aside every time I go with him. I was probably the person that clipped you. Just kidding. Happy New Year!

    1. LOL. If you ever do clip me be sure to say “Hi!” and we can meet in the lodge for coffee after we make it down the hill. The only time I get nervous is when I am in the chairlift, the wind picks-up, the chair stops, and starts to bounce. I start estimating if the cable can withstand it and what happens if it snaps. I know terrible…

  8. now there is rudeness for you…heavens, what if you were really hurt? glad you made it back with no major injuries. enjoy your ski trip and have a Bailey’s and coffee for me. you can have several… ha-ahaa. 🙂

  9. I LOVE the line “this mom is up! Mom up!” way to go! It is so easy to just stay down and avoid difficult situations (especially when coffee with Baileys is so yummy) but doing the opposite takes guts! Just keep getting up! Happy new year my friend!

  10. Love it – Mom is up, you are up – You Go Girl:) I made a wrong curve one day skiing and ended up in the moguls – the young punks made so much fun of me, but I made it to the end though – take that! Happy New Year!!!

  11. Bless you. You made me smile a lot here. I do remember, a few years ago ( ahem cough etc ) whizzing down the slopes slightly out of control and seeing two people in front of me and realising I would have to hit one of them. One was thin and one was, shall we say, slightly larger, so I selected the larger target and prepared to apologise. When we both rose to our skis again, happily unhurt, I realised I had run into my aunt. She has never forgotten the incident, and I still bow my head in shame.

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