Why am I doing this? The question floated around in the soupy haze of my tired brain as I struggled to make and eat breakfast on a Sunday morning . You see, I had been to a friend’s birthday party, stayed up too late, and imbibed enough the night before that I was struggling to remember why I was 60 miles from home and fighting to make it to my morning line up for a part time job to teach strangers to slide (ski) down a small hill in Pennsylvania. It’s a job which costs me far more financially than it makes me. It’s a job that requires me to take paid time off from my ‘real’ job to work it at times. It’s a job that causes me to have no more than 5 days off between December and March. It’s a job that cuts into my sleep and workout routines. It’s a job that often leaves me physically exhausted (and occasionally mentally exhausted as well). It’s a job that continually leaves me feeling as though no matter how much I’ve learned and mastered I have more and more that I don’t...