Huh...

As I flew away a week ago today, I was struck by million different thoughts, but what was funny was that none of them were of any consequence. The night ahead with a good friend, a glass of red wine, some quiet time. None of these thoughts pertain to the endeavor ahead or the challenges to be faced. I can't approach these with anything but supreme confidence, not out of necessity or cockiness, but out of subconscious certainty. Maybe that sounds naive or even unemotional (at the very least cocky), but I guess I feel proud of my ability to adhere this perspective despite recognition of it. In a rare moment of chaotic clarity, I have decided to take my notorious "what's the worst that can happen?" philosophy and apply it to my more adventurous side. Until this moment, I have been on the positive side of resigned. Not to say that I am unfeeling, but once I decided to change my life and it's path, the rest was easy. No task too large or daunting enough; the hard part was taken care of. As much as somethings don't seem real, neither does Denver and - happily - I have little choice or opportunity to change my mind. This could be my modern Ellis Island. Instead of political asylum or escape from lack of food or oppression, I'm affording myself and escape from the doldrums and lack of color. It's not the Irish Potato Famine or genocide, but I'll take it.