I knew that I missed skiing... this week has reminded me of the reasons. I missed the way the snow looks like diamonds on a blue-sky morning. I missed the silent chairlift rides with the cold air biting my nose, the feeling of my downhill suit giving my body a big hug, the forces of a well-balanced Giant Slalom turn. I missed the hotel rooms, the plastic keycard to my temporary home, the magic of new towels and a made bed every day. But what's most magical of all is the excitement of being 'back'. Ironically, I don't feel back at all. I feel forward and in control. When my brother, Mitch, threw my bags in the back of his truck to take me to the airport he said, "Are you ready?" Maybe he knew the entirety of 'ready'. I am calm and determined as I go after my dreams, once again.