Somewhere between development and unadulterated wilderness stands an almost prelapsarian swath of mountain ranges — the Tetons. Reflecting, I reminisce on my time west a few weeks ago, the Bob Ross images staring back with their towering jagged peaks framed with pine and spruce and yellow wild flowers. Lush patches of Birch and Aspen, wild bucking horses and rolling waters and the wonderment of those discovering its peaks and valleys for the first time.

Feeling like I can’t think straight or get out of a slump is a struggle I face almost daily.

It’s been probably a year since I stepped on an actual rugby pitch, but it always feels the same. A lot of jitters, the feeling that you have never played before, or like you’re going to embarrass yourself and probably get run over. Maybe it’s just me, but ever since I played sports as a kid, I have always had pregame jitters. I get panicky and lightheaded and just start counting down until game time has begun. Once I start playing, that all fades away. But the time leading up to any event is always the most stressful.