I’m in Aspen and so happy. This is so very much my happy place.
This past week and weekend were a lesson—time—not quite a struggle but a place of learning—in the spaces between, in truly honoring the space and time that I need. Alone, mostly.
I didn’t do things I didn’t want to do, and at times I didn’t do much: I spent a good chunk of Saturday sunning in my backyard, hanging with my pup, doing some yoga, reading magazines, and generally basking in the sunny, 65-degree Texas winter.
But that’s the space between, that’s me needing to just do my thang so I’m charged and ready for busy work weeks, birthday celebrations, and ski trips I’ve been looking forward to for months.
Even today, it’s been snowing since before we woke up, a delivery truck jackknifed across the road thus foiling our plans for hiking the bowl, the snow is fluffy and fun to ski but visibility is literally zero, so skiing just isn’t as fun. But we’re snuggled up with mint tea, cozy and happy; nothing went as planned and it’s all okay.