Today was day Two of "lessons." Skiing lessons, that is.
One of my fellow students told me about the classes. She also lives in my building, so it was fun having a consistent, friendly face to go through the journey with.
We came from vastly different skiing experiences. She'd been a top-notch snowboarder who wanted to learn to ski. I'd been a halfway decent skier who'd never had any lessons and hadn't skied in 14 years or so. We started at the beginning, learning the basics.
She was more nervous than I was, and I gave her my best piece of wisdom. "The thing about skiing is that you make consistent progress. Unlike some kinds of learning, generally with skiing you get better and better. You look up at the hill you just went down and say to yourself, "Wow. I just skied that?"
If only life was like that.