I just had an amazing conversation with Stephanie. I connected with her on my first day in Boulder and she offered me a place to sleep for the first night. She’s an amazing woman who coaches executives and I asked her if she could help me answering some questions. She was delighted to.
It is so nice to talk to someone else about the things I am exploring. I quit my job a month ago and I feel I am not going back to a similar job and that makes me want to explore what I want to do instead. This trip has been amazing so far and I feel I am discovering about what I really want to do. Today, Stephanie helped me with that by asking some questions.
I am dropped off at OZO coffeeshop at Pearl street and look at the menu to find something that feels good. I go for a Bhakti Chai with almond milk and less sweetener. Who, that is spicy! It has quite some ginger in it. We really are in granola city! The guy that gave me a ride in Kansas heard that I was heading for Boulder and he called them the granola people: people that are conscious of what they eat and their health. I think that would make all my friends granola people, too!
“What I love about Boulder, is that everyone is conscious, even the hair dresser,” a young woman that I met yesterday, said. She moved out to Boulder and confirms that it is a great place. Riding through it on the bus, I love the feel of the city. The buildings are mostly two stories high which makes it very accessible. And you can see the mountains, because Boulder is right at the foot of the Rockies.
At the gas station, I write my story because I am excited and want to write it down. I sit outside and I for some reason I would like to see a movie. I ask around if there is a movie theater and yes, there is one that does movies, or better said, a movie, on Saturdays and Sundays. I look up the movie. They play “Ant man” instead of “Warrior room”. It plays at 7:30 PM. I got some time left.
After that, I want to listen to some music. I move a bit further away from the gas station so that I am not bothered by the loud music they play and start to listen to a few recordings of myself playing the piano and singing. I love to listen to it over and over again. It makes me feel the same way I felt when I played it. I do ‘slackline’ on a piece of concrete that sticks out from the sidewalk. The music makes me sore 🙂
At the motel, I took a shower in the evening (8:30 PM that is) and went straight to bed. Next morning, I take another shower, open the door and let the fresh air in. I had a great night. I have some fun on the internet with a group I just joined and take it easy.
Around 10 AM I check out of the little cute motel. “What’s next,” I ask myself. I am looking forward to have breakfast at the diner. I order a nice vegetable omelet with sweet potato fries on the side. I watch a short Mooji video when I hear the waitress talk about rhubarb pie. I love rhubarb pie!
Yesterday I got excited about hitchhiking. Today, there was no excitement, but I had myself dropped off at a gas station near the highway anyway. It was where I spent most of the day, trying not to worry, trying to ask people, making a sign and standing at the road, listening to Bentinho Massaro, my favorite teacher, feeling I was not worthy because I got no response from people, knowing that it was my own reaction being reflected back at me, not knowing how to change this, wanting it to be effortless, trying anyway, trying to stop trying, it was high traffic in my mind.
I had some good vibes going on in the beginning and it got rewarded by someone buying me a donut and giving me money for coffee. I had some people say “if I went there, I would have taken you”. That encouraged me.