Just Call Me Elsa
It's hard to believe it's been a solid month of officially living in Colorado. A solid month of new introductions, organizing my apartment and office, finding new spots to be a 'regular', new commitments, new friends, gal-pal dates and vulnerability. I'm tired. But in the best way possible...rather the most exciting way possible. Yet in the midst of all of these wonderful new things, I've found myself holding on so tightly. I've found so much good, and I'm afraid of it getting away. If I can get everything I want in place first then I can let go, but once I have it, I don't want to let go because then I'll lose it. Won't I? But when has that really happened to me to the dramatic extent that I think it would? I can't really come up with a time. So in the midst of all of this mental processing, and sharing thoughts over many coffee dates, I kept hearing certain songs all over the radio, in a store and even my apartment that felt