A year ago yesterday, partly in response to a deeply challenging situation in my life, partly in the recognition that "I can just do this," I booked my flight from Denver to Barcelona, finally committing to the Europe trip that I'd be exploring but had been afraid to fully take the plunge on.
I bring this up because earlier tonight, after a fair amount of hemming and hawing, I booked six nights in Salt Lake City, UT, for a ski trip. Starting tomorrow.
This trip (thankfully) will demand a whole lot less preparation than flying across the ocean to spend seven weeks in Europe did. This will be kinda more like, "Throw the skis in the car, don't forget the toiletries, and away we go." But regardless, there's always a pleasure found at the moment of truly committing.
On this trip, I'll get to explore several ski areas I've never been to before. That's exciting. Who knows what other experiences the universe has in store for me on this trip? I hope (and can probably safely expect) that the repercussions on my life from this trip will be more uniformly positive than what happened during and after the trip to Europe. I even dare to consider that the positive impacts could be as great, or even greater. You never know who or what you might meet when you're open to flow.