Yesterday, I woke up with nearly a foot of snow, more sloshing down, and I started laughing. Picture me, alone in my bedroom doing a full body stretch while gazing out the window laughing hysterically at the snow. I knew the day was going to be a mess for most people, but she’s sure pretty out.

Parties that ring in the new year can get a bit overwhelming. All that built up expectation and plans and romance and whatnot. It's a lot. I love New Years parties but every few years I tend to switch it up and head to the mountain. All that fresh air and exercise clears the mind and ensures deep sleep come night. The healing powers of powder, aprés ski, and hot tubs… ahhhhh. I want to grab my gear and hit the road.