Damn the past couple days have been tough. Since I got home it’s taking everything in me to get out of bed and start living again. I didn’t go into Paris with expectations. Just wanted to go out there, land some tricks and enjoy the moment. But after being in a position with a good shot at the win and not pulling thru, fuck it hurts. In that moment I wanted to bring home that gold for us so bad. More then anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. It felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity and I think that’s the part that really makes it hard to let go of. At times when I feel down and depressed over something like this I feel that it’s wrong because I know I have so much in life to be happy and thankful for. I’m in good health. I have amazing family and friends who are always there for me. And I get to make a living off of doing what I love most which is such a huge blessing. It’s not just the competitive side of me that makes me get down and bummed on myself, even more so it’s the pass...