I was so stoked to go skiing this weekend, but my dad shipped my ski boots via UPS ground on Monday and there is NO way that they’ll be here by Friday. Being excited to ski keeps my whole week going. It’s my motivation to get through it. I feel like my excitement/happiness is a balloon and somebody popped it. And there is nobody I can tell this to, because nobody will get it, they’d just tell me to stop complaining. Why aren’t there more skiers in this world?