Until I saw this. This is nearly the exact image that lie in front of me almost exactly 13 years ago while I drove from the Denver International Airport to Boulder for my job interviews. My sweet, little, nearly 4 year old toe-head asleep in the back seat, exhausted from the day of travel from NY. I saw those layers of mountains, pulled off the road to take their magnificence in and I knew I was supposed to be living here. I knew something magical was going to happen if I moved to Colorado. At the time, I had no idea exactly what that was, but I could feel the magic, was drawn to it and I trusted it.
There I stood last night, reminded of that. Inspired and reflecting on all the magic that has presented itself along the way. Alright, so I may have to retake a class in the fall. Not a big deal. That's clear now.