I find it pretty tough to find calling. Maybe it’s because true calling can get muddied by the waters of our North American culture; that is to say that we try to live to the expectations of those around us and not follow our true passions.

I just watched “Swift. Silent. Deep.” These pioneers of extreme skiing knew what their calling was and ultimately shaped the face of the sport. For them, the ski patrol was the gate keeper to their destiny which they side stepped whenever possible in search of their passion: skiing deep, untracked powder.

Who defines what’s acceptable or praise worthy and who gave them the authority to decide for us?

Here’s to finding our calling.