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Can we talk about something? Something that’s not serious? I feel like that’s all I write about lately. That, and how much I’m changing my life and how happy I am about it. I feel like I don’t turn to this blog to talk about daily life as much as I used to. I do miss blogging, real blogging. Like I used to do.

Anyway, that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

I’m here to talk about two things: my weekend, and beards. We’ll start with the beards.

I used to like clean shaven men. Of course when I lived in New York, every guy was clean shaven. It was before hipsters were in style so not even mustaches were seen. I didn’t quite understand the point of beards, if we’re being honest.

But within the last six months I’ve grown to really like the beard. There’s something sexy about a man with a full face of facial hair. Now, it has to be a full beard. I still hate the mustache and while I’ve always enjoyed a good goatee, the full beard? It takes the top spot right now. I don’t even know why! And I actually prefer it to clean shaven.

I know, WHO AM I?

Now of course, if you remember, I’m taking a nice long break from dating which means I’m taking a break from those beards, but a girl can still look.

This Tuesday marks my four year anniversary of moving to Boulder. It’s hard to believe it’s been four years already and this weekend I decided that I wanted to do some of my favorite things, including another day on the slopes skiing–my first of the new year. It’s been since right after Christmas that I had last skied and I actually missed it.

Luckily, I had missed it so much that I didn’t mind sitting in an hour extra of traffic on the way up to the mountains and then the struggle to find parking thanks to a snow sculpture exhibit in Breckenridge. All was forgotten by the time I put on my ski boots and headed down the mountain. It was 40 degrees and not a cloud in the sky, the perfect Colorado winter day and probably the best weather I’ve had skiing yet.

The entire day was perfection. I had met up with my friends Cassie and Zak and after a couple runs down the easy green it was quickly decided that we were going to go further up the mountain and try some blues. The last time I had been on Peak 9 in Breck I had felt like I wanted to try some more challenging hills but it had been three weeks since I last skied and my confidence wasn’t that strong then.

Sometimes, when you don’t give me the opportunity to worry and stress about it, I…don’t. We got off the lift, started traversing across two hills and then BAM, like that, I’m standing in line for the Mercury chairlift to head towards the top of Peak 9. I joked that maybe I should try to make it a thing, to cry on each peak in Breck. After all, I did cry on the top of Peak 8. And by top of Peak 8, I mean like a 1/4 of the way up the mountain. But, details.

I don’t even remember being nervous. In those three weeks I was not skiing, I somehow found my confidence. The first few times I went skiing, I stood at the top of the hill and debated and worried and panicked. I was fully expecting that to happen since I have probably been on a grand total of two blue hills my entire skiing career and considering how scared greens have made me? I was fully prepared to actually cry on top of this blue hill.

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Instead, I took off down the mountain and I had the most fun I have had skiing so far. I was confident, I wasn’t worrying about heights or my ability to stop or whether I was going to fall and hurt myself. I was just having fun and you probably couldn’t have wiped the smile off my face if you had tried. I cannot wait to get back on the mountain and try more challenging hills–aka next weekend!

I should also mention that the mountain is a great place to spot some nice looking beards.

Today I had a chicken and waffles brunch and then went and saw August: Osage County. I have seen more movies in the past two months than I have in the past two years and I’ve seen some great ones. Her was amazing and I completely related since so many of our relationships these days are developed online and over text;  The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was super cute and made me want to travel rightnow; American Hustle was great as well and I still can’t believe they were able to make Christian Bale ugly (gah!). But August: Osage County? Oh my goodness. It was so intense, so great, that after leaving the theater I had no idea what to even say about it. It took me a while to process everything but I cannot recommend it enough. Julia Roberts and Meryl Streep deserve Oscars (especially Meryl Streep), if only for the fight scene alone.

That turned into a much longer blog post than I had originally planned. Hope everyone had a great weekend! Do you celebrate the anniversary of when you moved to where you live?

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  • mandyktd

    Happy Four year Coloradoversary! I remember your trip out west. I’m glad that you’ve made it your home and seem to be embracing life there. Funny how places will change you if you let them.

    I celebrated the year anniversary of moving back to my hometown. I may do it every year, just to remember everything I overcame to make it back home.

  • colorfulcalm

    Happy anniversary! I’m so jealous of all your pics it’s on my list to go snowboarding on a real mountain. Enjoy the season!