So, crazy story. Last weekend my car was broken into— window smashed in with a rock, stuff rifled through and taken— the whole shebang. And amongst the things stolen out of the car was, of course, my skates. It’s a terrible feeling having your personal treasure taken; a violation of sorts. I stepped on the ice yesterday wearing my old skates, feeing angry and sad and empty— not towards the person or people who took my belongings, but because I felt disabled and incompetent, like all my work over the past month had been for nothing. Just as I was coming to terms with my predicament, I received a dm from a girl who had found my skates and my skating bag. You can imagine the flash of emotions that ran through me. I am so incredibly grateful that my skates were returned, in good condition at that; I am extremely lucky that they landed in good hands. It was definitely one of those experiences in life that teaches you not to take things for granted. Grateful for my jackson.ultima boots mkbl...