Telluride, Colorado was the venue for this weekend's travel. After contracting (on a compromised immune system, no doubt) stomach ailments one week, a nasty cold the following, and not being home for most of this time, I was blissfully happy to see my charming husband at the airport in Grand Junction, Colorado. We slipped back into the familiar pace of our comfortable marriage, had pizza for lunch, and enjoyed the beautiful 2 1/2 hour drive up through the mountains. Each mile grew more beautiful and culminated with breathtaking mountain views and changing aspen trees as we drove into the small-town resort. A wedding took place, but most importantly, fun times with friends - both old and new - made the weekend perfect.
The sky was so clear-blue that I know the fog that clouded my judgement of places-to-live most of the year 2010 had finally lifted. I felt free and at ease, and allowed myself to dream of the day I walk away from a corporate soul-selling job and into a career of my heart's desire. The weekend was full of time for just the two of us, and time with our friends. We sought out the perfect pizza place and perched at the bar for the Wyoming Cowboys game - their loss being the only sore spot of the weekend. We rode the gondola, which provided stunningly gorgeous views of the town in a quiet, peaceful setting. We ate great food, we drank great wine. We lived, we laughed, we loved. I have the courage to dream of all the great things that lie ahead for us. As Anais Nin has said, "Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one's courage." I made my bucket list last week, formalized the goals to get there, and am going to take the risks, be courageous, and live the dream.
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