Hels

The secret to time travel is to spend your days so well, you have no concept of time. Because how is it only mid January? I feel like I’ve lived ten lives in the last ten days.

It had a lot — snow, sun, cold, drama, conflict, injury, dancing, playing, eating, drinking, risk, trees, adventure, wonder, beauty and joy. The only thing I didn’t get enough of was sleep.

It’s been a long time since I rode chairlifts with so many friends. It made me remember a life that feels like it was lived by someone else. A life where we optimised for nothing more than the unadulterated joy of being one with the mountain.

If I could time travel anywhere, it would be to a time where there is no time at all. Where I’m not chasing down achievements or milestones by a certain deadline or age. Where I’m not trying to be more, or do more, or have more. I’m just living this life like it’s the only one I have and having no regrets. Which sounds to me like more time in the mountains. Who wants to meet me on the chairlift?