It’s easy to forget sometimes just how lucky you are and even easier to get lost in the hustle and bustle of every day life. Every day life can be tedious; there’s coffee to be had because you didn’t sleep enough the night before, it’s too hot out and you’re complaining too much about it and work is stressful and the phone won’t stop ringing (goddamnit), and your knees really hurt after last night’s run. Nothing major, nothing really depression-inducing but it’s not fireworks either. It’s oh so easy to get caught circling that drain, acknowledging that things are happening to you from the outside but not really taking it in.
Then life throws you on top of a mountain and makes you take notice, makes you stop and smell those goddamn proverbial amazing roses and you realize oh yeah, my life is fucking amazing.
I have had an incredible summer. I would love to recap my whole summer but since that will take several posts and time I don’t really have, here’s the short version: I’ve hiked a lot, I’ve brewed my own beer, trained for a half marathon (that is 5 days away. EEEEEK!), I’ve taken road trips and attended some really awesome concerts and have just enjoyed the shit out of myself. I’ve also been stressed and sometimes even sad and yet, despite all that, I can look back and say the summer of 2013 was phenomenal. I have started to feel like Colorado really is my home and that’s a big thing.
I was thrown a couple curveballs this summer and I was feeling a little sad towards the end of August. Not depressed; but sad just the same. I entered September with mixed emotions but mostly I had hope that things would turn around. It only took a couple days before things started looking up and on the spur of the moment on a Thursday night, I decided to take a trip up to Breckenridge, my favorite mountain town.
I had no idea what to expect but when the jeep I was in bounced over the rocks and up a windy, narrow trail to the top of this mountain with this killer 360 degree panorama of amazingness, I was speechless. And I couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, I think I smiled for four hours straight, despite the fact that,based on every past experience I’ve had with heights, I should have been scared out of my mind. It was the most amazing experience I’ve had here in Colorado so far and it was something that had completely missed my radar, tossed to the side because it was something that I considered panic attack worthy. Too risky.
For some reason this former city girl jumped at the idea on that Saturday morning and let someone else take control–control I do not relinquish easily–and drive me up a crazy jeep trail. I did something out of my comfort zone and suddenly I found myself staring off over peaks feeling like the luckiest girl alive. If there’s anything Colorado is good at, it’s taking your breathe away and making you take notice of life. Take a look at all this sexiness and tell me you don’t feel inspired.
We drove through pine forests and fields and over large rocks and right along the edges of terrifying cliffs far above the tree line and I loved every single second of it. (Even when I was
clinging holding onto the oh shit! bar.) That smile was plastered to my face long after we refilled the Jeep’s tires with air on the pavement and I eventually drove back to Denver. I am pretty sure I was still smiling as I walked through the Highlands in Denver after dinner with a friend. All it took was one weekend to remind me that my life is interesting, my life is really fun and I am so, so lucky to experience all that I do.
What is that saying? When one door closes, another opens? Could not agree more.