The times they are a changin'.  (I might steal that for a future post when the clocks change in a few weeks.)  For today, I'm reflecting on the shorter days – and the surprise I had when went downstairs (after waking up in the dark), opened the blinds and WOW!  I had no idea! There was no forecast for snow! (I guess I need to re-read yesterday's post about being flexible, since the unpredictable weather here absolutely requires it). 

I love how the term "wake up" has multiple connotations beyond the literal meaning. It's a message to get up off your a** and get something done. To open your mind to see things differently. To prepare for the unexpected. Like snow when there's zero chance or precipitation in the forecast. 

So today I'm going to open my eyes and look for the messages that might be lingering under the surface. 

Some "wake up" songs:

Song by the Vamps…

Fetty Wap

This post is dedicated to my father for his enduring love of Gumby. 

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I talk a lot about change. I admit it – it's one of my guiding principles. (That and always asking "why" something is happening.) In a similar vein, flexibility is a key characteristic for a successful life. 

Some of us (okay, me) feel energized when we set a goal. Plot our destination. Visualize the end game. The challenge occurs when things don't work out like you planned. Factors like other people, the weather and unforseen occurances can derail you (me) and wreak havoc. 

How we handle those obstacles is an important life lesson. It's too bad we don't teach it in school. (Maybe I should add it as a topic for my DrawSuccess 4 Students program. Hmmm…) We need to learn that we simply can't control everything – or everyone. 

In the DrawSuccess program I created a model called "Circles of Control" that looks at the things that are in your control, the things that you can influence (like others – sometimes) and the things out of your control. I'll probably share it in a future post. For now, I'll just say that my experience in Aspen has created a lot of opportunities to learn flexibility. To find new ways to do things, to adjust when my "body" is pointing me in another direction, to learn to "go with the flow" and "blow in the wind." At least a little. 

And while I'm on the topic of flexibility – let's DANCE!

In my Reasons Why book I start with what I call the "Basic Assumptions."  (To read the Basic Assumptions, click here). These are nine Assumptions. Assumption Number Six asserts, "Each Human Has Three Selves or Aspects to His or Her Being."

What this means is that whether termed Id, Ego and Superego; Inner Self, Outer Self and Higher Self; Subconscious, Conscious and Superconscious or Body, Mind Spirit; or Father, a lot of belief systems and scientific disciplines acknowledge that we’re all made up of three Selves. 

Although the theories of Freud, Jung, Murphy, Millman, Pearsall and other experts differ somewhat on the definition of the three selves, many of the principles are the same. 

So when I say I'm talking to my "selves" what I mean is that I talk with my body, my mind and my spirit. 

Yes. I talk with my body. Not to, but with. I ask "her" what she wants. Ask what's going on with her. What I can do to make her happy. (Right now she wants me to finish this blog so we can go outside and "play."   (That's the view from where I sit and write.  Isn't it beautiful?) 

So I'll listen to her for now and will write more later. In the meantime – talk to your "selves." Get to know them. And go out and play!  

The problem with falling in love is that you have to take time to nurture the relationship. Of course it's joyful and fun, but it's also hard work, too.  

The deeper I become attached to this place, the stronger the compulsion to want to stay. Which means that I need to plan for what happens after the "365 Days." 

You see, I have enough money to live here a year without stressing about money, but if I want to stay, I need to find a way to financially sustain myself for years to come. 

I am SO thankful I have the luxury of time; yet I also feel it slipping away. I've almost been here 1/3 of my allotted time. I need so spend some of it pursuing projects that will "pay off" in a more materialistic way. 

So today, in the immortal words of the Isley Brothers – I've got "work to do." Beyond managing several active Facebook groups, I'm working on a few quite diverse writing projects. I just finished a short story that I'm submitting to a contest and looking into turning it into a short film. I'm working on a new collaborative book with some great partners and a rushed publishing deadline. And I want to elevate another project that's been on the back-burner.  

So – let's turn up the tunes and get some work to do!

When I first moved here, I wondered what life would be like in the off-season. Would it feel lonely? Like a ghost town?  (Which I guess is an appropriate term considering it's October. Hmmm).  Most of the Summer people have left. Some of the businesses are closed for a month or two.  

According to the Aspen Chamber of Commerce, the two most populous days of the year are the Fourth of July and New Year's Day. (Interestingly, they know this because of water usage that day.)  So the population spikes in the summer – mostly from "part-time locals" – people who live here for the summer only. They move back to their other homes – to places like Scottsdale or Los Angeles. 

Then those people leave when the air chills and the leaves start to fall, creating a much quieter environment. I'm not sure what the official population is currently in aspen, but it's clear it's a fraction of what it was in summer. These are the full-time locals. Those who came here many years ago, fell in love, and couldn't (wouldn't) leave. Some of them struggle a bit in the off-season, making them, as this post suggests, stronger, heartier, more determined to prove their love. 

And soon it will be winter. The snow is already starting to dust the peaks, heralding the start of the ski season, where the population and demographics will change once again. 

So for now, I'll just enjoy the "Sounds of Silence." 

This is one of the best covers I've ever heard. Ever.

Last week when my friend and I went to Santa Fe, she indulged me in my pursuit of "normalcy." You see, there's no Target or Walmart in Aspen. Nor is there a Big Lots or CVS or TJ Maxx. 

In Atlanta – as well as most other major cities – you are inundated with these chain stores. So much so that you not only take them for granted, you find yourself tired of seeing them on every corner. 

So it was quite a treat to go to Santa Fe and do some shopping at TJ Maxx. And it was funny to see my friend's eyes go big when she saw the prices at Big Lots. (I teased her mercillesly). 

It's interesting how when you travel you appreciate the things that are different, yet you also reminisce romantically about the things you miss. Even Big Lots. 

For those of you following my "heart saga," I'm sad to say that my struggle isn't over. Yesterday morning my heart decided to "beat to its own rhythm." More of a synchopated beat than an even rhythm. One step forward, one step back. Guess I'm doing the cha-cha. 

I'll know more when I go to the doctor later today. At this point, I'm admittedly anxious. But I know me: I'll just take the next step and the next step. It's the unknown that's most disturbing. 

Meanwhile, I'm more in love with living here than ever before. It feels like a new relationship. At first it's all rainbows and sparkles. But then the "Disney Chemicals" fade and you see the flaws in the other person. The areas of incompatibility. But it's too late. You're in love. 

One of the things about moving to a new state is learning about how the political system works in that state.  

I won't get into the situation with the national political environment.  If you follow me on Facebook you already know where I stand. The only thing I'll say here is that it's interesting to be living in a "swing state." In a lot of ways it's empowering. Like we don't want to be "told what to do."  

Another distinction is the way Colorado allows the citizens to initiate propositions to change the statutes or Constitution. This is very different from Georgia, where laws must come from the electorate (politicians). Personally, I LOVE the freedom that allows! While it isn't easy-breezy to get a new referendum onto the ballot (and it shouldn't be), it does feel possible.  

Last night I went to a talk about the propositions coming up for a vote next month. I wanted to learn more before I voted for the first time in this state. Not only was it an interesting way to spend time, it was such a contrast to my life in Atlanta. Here I could just walk a few blocks – safely, at night – and get informed. In Atlanta, there would have been no way for me to go to an event alone at night. No way I would feel safe enough to do that unless it was within a mile of my home, and even then it was risky. Plus, it would have been an ordeal. I would have probably had to give myself at least an hour to get there and park. Probably more like an hour and a half. Here it took less than ten minutes to walk.  

I used to think cities were the best places to live. But now? Let's just say my mind is changing. 

And now – a song. One that I heard when I was a kid and still sticks in my brain. Proof that music is a powerful way to learn…