This summer I visited Crested Butte during wildflower season and fell for it hard. In fact, I started looking for real estate within about 2 hours of being there. Due to some plans that are coming down the pipeline, I probably won't be becoming a full-time resident anytime soon but I did come back as soon as I could for a second date. If all second dates went this well, there would be a whole lot less heartache in the world.
Coming soon: Cheating on Crested Butte with the San Juan Mountains.
The thought of doing something (ANYTHING!) every day for a year sounds exhausting to me. Even eating every.single.day. seems like a crazy new fangled idea that should be phased out. I have a dog to love on and stars to stare at for God's sakes, how can I be expected to practice something I love every day for a year? I have never been good at practicing anything but naps. But, the sad truth is, you don't become good at anything when you only practice naps.
We put a lot of effort into getting better at things without actually doing them. We buy books, talk about it with our friends and in internet forums, acquire gear, mention it to our families as if we are actually doing them. And by we, I mean me. It is not as if I haven't been practicing my photography but I have not been good at practicing it regularly and it's time to change that. I am going to start a year long photo project in which I will take a photo (and eat) every day. I will be posting all of them in the "Photo Project" section of this site and some of them to Instagram and Facebook. I started on Monday so if you click here you can see the first week, if you so wish.
Here's to practicing the things that make us want to get out of bed in the morning. And naps!
XO, Jessie (& Mags)
Update: I am still taking photos (obvi) but have been dreadfully inept at uploading them. The best place to view the photos is now on the Portfolio page.
Leaving a life you love is not for the faint of heart. Life in Denver was bittersweet, I lived some of the most trying years of my life while I was there. The biggest losses were felt in that city, it was sweet, nonetheless. I met people there that I love deeply, people that inspired me to be courageous when courage was exactly what I needed to get out of bed. Friends that called me on my darkest days to show me light. A poet once wrote about Denver, "when the air is thinner, it makes your heart bigger." My heart is identifiably bigger today than it was the when I drove into town. I am thankful that I have come far enough to see the sweetness of that part of my life, even when there was so much sadness. Denver was a refuge for me, I will be forever thankful.
The decision to leave was in response to a sometimes small, sometimes loud voice that has been pushing me to explore ever since I had a drivers license. "Go on an adventure," my heart would say. Last fall, when all other things failed, I started listening to my heart, I made up my mind before any pesky details could derail me. I would leave in the spring, I decided. I told everyone that would listen what my plans were, so I couldn't back out. I started making "To Do" lists, and freaked out more than a few times, I started tackling the "To Do" lists, and many trips were made to Goodwill. Promises were made to people that I would start a blog (Hey there, Mom!), I bought my very first RV, ever(!!!), I talked and talked about "my trip", I learned how to tow (thanks Kevin). Before I knew it, spring was here and my things were in storage. I was saying goodbye to Denver, and all the wonderful parts of my life that would have to be left behind for my adventure.
When you take a leap this big, sometimes you don't know exactly where or when you will land. After only a little over a week "on the road", I can't say that I have landed yet. I'll let you know when I do, and where my heart takes me in between here and there.
XO, Jessie (& Mags)