Well, I am 3 weeks out from the most insane day of my life. While skiing in Big Sky I caught an edge and fell, breaking 3 bones in my leg/ankle - on my first run no less. After a trip down the mountain via ski patrol, a ketamine induced trip of an ambulance ride and a traumatic stay at the ER, I came back to the house with the help of my incredible friends, hoping to get a good night sleep before I figured out how to get back to LA for surgery. That night I was woken up to the news that my sweet Bella, my 13 year old dog that I’ve had since sophomore year at the University of Miami, had taken a turn and would not make it through the night. The next day, completely heartbroken, I flew home to LA for surgery. I now have a rod, a plate and 17 screws in my left leg, with 5 gnarly incisions to prove it. I am not able to walk for 6 weeks (3 from today, hopefully). I’m so grateful for my angel of a mother for putting her own life on hold to nurse me back to health. I’m grateful to my sister for constantly keeping me company, my friends for visiting me and sending flowers and just being the best. I’m grateful that my accident wasn’t worse and that I’ll make a full recovery. But god DAMN, this has been a lot. Long story short, life is fucking crazy and precious and difficult and beautiful and sad and painful and wonderful. Be safe out there, hold the people (and animals) you love close, and remember to appreciate the little things we tend to take for granted, like being able to walk. And to my sweet angel girl Bella, I miss you every second and I’ll never get over that I wasn’t there to say goodbye.