A few weeks ago, I invited myself to visit a friend in Colorado.
I can be assertive in certain areas of my life—standing up for myself, speaking up for what I need—but asking someone to host me for three nights? That might have been a first (thank you, Donna!).
It was one of those gut-instinct moves—the kind that doesn’t come with a full explanation, just a quiet knowing.
If I lean a little more woo… it felt like the mountains were calling me West, to be held by a friend and nourished by that sky.
If you’re a Kit’s Café patron, pull up a chair—I have a story for you!
From the “Puddy”- like guy I sat next to on the plane, to the oracle card at my feet… this trip felt undeniably meant to be.
