Lance wanted me to go skiing with him this weekend, but I really didn’t feel like it because I’d had an exhausting week and wanted to spend time with my friends. When I said no, he dove into criticizing me. He said the reason why I’ve never become a good skier is that I won’t stick with it, that I’m not willing to give things a chance and work at them, that I’m lazy and that’s why I never get good at anything, and so forth. It felt awful . . . But, you know, I think in a way he’s right—maybe I should be more disciplined about learning to ski.
