Weekend Getaway to the Mile High City

So much has been going on where do I start?!

Last weekend my boyfriend and I flew to Denver for his cousins funeral. We left Friday morning, got in that afternoon, and then the funeral would be Saturday morning with us leaving to fly home that night.

We made the most of the trip while we could. I hadn’t been to Denver since I was 8 so it was safe to say I didn’t remember much and it felt like I was there for the first time!

We drove up to Red Rocks to see the theater but they were doing sound check for a concert that night and not letting anyone through. A man told us there was a good trail behind us that would get us high enough to see a view of the mountain. We hiked up to the top and between the altitude and steep trail, lets just say, we were huffing and puffing when we finally made it.

In my mind I kept associating the trail with life and just thinking, “Only a few more steps. You got this.”

I was right.

When we got to the top, this wave of accomplishment swept over me. I knew I could do it and although there were times I wanted to stop and turn back I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I hadn’t made it to the top!

At the top of Red Rocks
I chugged my Fiji water once I got to the top!
Trying not to fall backwards down the hill

Getting to the top of Red Rocks was a great mindset shift because it’s something that is right in front of you to focus on. One step at a time.

Can you think of a time you were faced with a difficult decision and you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep going? What would it look like if you just focused one each step ahead of you instead of focusing on the top of the mountain?

In downtown Denver

The funeral on Saturday was a lot for me to take in. It was my first time attending a funeral service so I had no idea what to expect. My boyfriends cousin passed from pancreatic cancer in his early 50’s and during the service they showed a 10 minute slide show of pictures of him through life; growing up, traveling, going to college, attending sports games, and all the different people he surrounded himself with.

There were a number of people who stood up and shared stories about his generosity and his willingness to lend a hand in any way possible.

It was truly inspiring the way everyone that got up to spoke referred to him as their best friend. Because that was the way he made you feel, like you were his best friend. I hope to impact the people closest to me in that same way.

Although the trip to Denver was short and the purpose of it being for a funeral I still felt happy that I got to spend some quality time with my boyfriend and his extended family. Everyone greeted us with open arms and for some it was the first time I was meeting them. A funeral reminds you just how important family is and how sacred the time we have here is.

I loved getting a chance to see the mountains when I usually see sky scrapers in downtown Chicago. I loved hiking a trail with my boyfriend instead of climbing the stair-master at the gym.

On our flight home, my boyfriend and I made a list of all the places we (hope) to travel someday. Some included:

  • Nashville
  • Greece
  • Paris
  • Seattle

Knowing that life is unpredictable is the best part of the journey. You never know what you’re going to get. All you can do is focus on each step ahead of you!

I choose from today on not to live in fear. To take risks. To push past the fear that’s holding me back so that one day I can look back and say, “I did that.”

Top of the Hyatt in downtown Denver
View of the mountains
He thought I looked pretty in the light