I keep being asked the same question over and over again.
Why did you want to do a ski season?
I passed my interview almost a year ago now, surely I don’t need to wander down that path all over again.
That being said, it has made me think.
Why do I want to do a ski season?
Why am I doing a ski season??
I am not out here to find my “chalet girl” rich man who pays for me to go on helicopter picnic days out (although that would be nice), I am not here to “find myself” or any of that rubbish, and I am most certainly not here to start a career in the world of chalet hosting – no, this game is a young mans sport for sure.
The reason I am here is plain and simple. I am here to prove to myself that I can be here. Not anyone else; myself.
Pretty much, as you will all know, my absolute pet hate is swearing. I always promised myself that I would never swear on this blog, but pretty much (pardon my French – I am in france after all) frigidy frig the haters.
And by haters I mean those who didn’t believe that I could do this. Those who don’t understand why I may find it more difficult than others. And those who think that I should change who am I to suit who they are.
I’m young(ish), I’m single and I’m free for the first time in over four years. I am going to live my life how I want to live it, and I know from experience that it is not going to please everyone. Yet I also know from experience that living my life is what makes me happy.
So that was my rant, and now I’ve got it all of my chest I wanted to share one more thing with you.
Over the past few days I have been bed bound with some sort of horrible French flu, never heard of it before, but I’m telling you, it is not pleasant. It was during one of these lonesome hours that I realised that there was something missing. It took me a while to realise what that something was, and then I realised; it’s writing.
And so I have decided that I am going to start to blog again. I’m not going to promise that it will be weekly, or that I will surpass every tiny detail of my life down on paper; but what I am promising is to give an insight into what it is like, not only living with a brain injury, but living with a brain injury as a chalet girl.
And in the meantime have a look through my photos, as they do say, a picture tells a thousand words…..