I know 55 days is far from a record season for die-hards. But for me, it symbolizes a new level of freedom and independence in my schedule. As soon as I stopped working, my husband asked me, "You're getting an Ikon pass, right?" And I hemmed and hawed because it was a lot of money and I was worried I wouldn't use it enough to "make it worth it" (whatever that meant to me). And, bless him, he looked at me and said, "No, this is the year, you're getting an Ikon pass."
It was hard for me to make the call to invest in joy and put the money and time into something that has little pragmatic return beyond just being fun. I've spent a lot of time training myself to search for the highest level of practical outcome from my activities.
Now I have the delight of being able to prioritize joy. To me, joy looks like 55 days on skis. It looks like time with friends. It looks like time on my bike. It looks like cooking (occasionally), working in the garden, and hanging out with my kids.
I still have lots of responsibilities: school, internship, family, MTB coaching, taking folks on orphanage work trips to Mexico, and general adulting. Responsibility is cool. And prioritizing joy is cool, too. I can choose both.