Colorado called me home in 2012, and I’m so grateful it did.
I’d been away in Hawaii for nearly five years, swearing up and down I’d never leave, and certainly not to come back here.
Then I had a divine moment on an airplane where it was clear I’d be heading home the following spring.
I’m so glad I listened.
And I’m so glad I listened to every nudge that followed. Every nudge that led me to my incredible community, navigated me through the worst season of my life, and ultimately brought me to the mountains.
My years in the mountains have been a reckoning on their own—a swirl of quiet, loving madness that healed and broke me in so many unexpected ways. But, as it often is, the breaking was fruitful and good.
I’ve never felt so at peace in my skin or so clear on what I’m building for myself.
Colorado hasn’t felt like home for a year now; it just hasn’t aligned for me to leave.
There was (and still is) much for me to complete before I head into what’s next. In a year, I won’t be here, that I know for sure. But in the meantime, there’s so much magic and new adventures I plan to experience. Colorado has been a healing haven for me, and now it’s going to help me prepare for all that’s coming alive in me, the places I hope to go next, and everything I want to create.
I’ll be sharing and documenting so much of what this means (and what comes next) here on the new blog!