Damn the past couple days have been tough. Since I got home it’s taking everything in me to get out of bed and start living again. I didn’t go into Paris with expectations. Just wanted to go out there, land some tricks and enjoy the moment. But after being in a position with a good shot at the win and not pulling thru, fuck it hurts. In that moment I wanted to bring home that gold for us so bad. More then anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. It felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity and I think that’s the part that really makes it hard to let go of. At times when I feel down and depressed over something like this I feel that it’s wrong because I know I have so much in life to be happy and thankful for. I’m in good health. I have amazing family and friends who are always there for me. And I get to make a living off of doing what I love most which is such a huge blessing. It’s not just the competitive side of me that makes me get down and bummed on myself, even more so it’s the passion. I have so much passion for what I do that I just don’t know how to not feel like this in these moments. But I always try to remind myself that if it wasn’t for that passionate side of me that cares so much, then I would never have got here in the first place. Life is a battle. We are not perfect. But we push through. Always and forever
2024.08.03 00:01