Having published today’s FACILITYCalgary issue from Hilton Garden Inn of Fort Collins, I am, apparently, able to work from anywhere!
Enjoying this rocky mountain high.
High altitude – the ride from Denver was akin to a bus ride in southern Alberta – prairie wheat fields, hay, horses, cattle, foothills, mountains. People and places, it might seem, are interchangeable.
A relaxing day of travel – plane, train, bus, van – and joys of navigating the Denver airport (third largest in the world I’m told – or was that 3rd most frenetic?).
I am here for a 4-day residential real estate sales training course. True, I don’t do much residential work, but I’ve heard nothing but rave reviews from colleagues about this Ninja Training – that I can’t imagine it not doing me a lot of good, largely because it seems to be about developing better personal habits, seeing things differently.
Even if it doesn’t meet expectations – this weather and being so near mountains has to be good for me.
And a break is good.
It isn’t feet-up time, but it is a break from daily routine, break from usual, break from expected, break from usual. That strikes me as all-good.
I’ll be venturing into unknown territory, unknown people in a place I’ve just arrived for the first time. It feels more like ‘bottom step’ of a staircase more than ‘about to go off a cliff’, but I expect in some regards it will be a bit of both.
I could use some scary, some safe, some life-altering.
Don’t we all need some of that on a daily basis?
column written/ published from Fort Collins, Colorado
morning walk: 63F, gorgeous morning here in the Colorado foothills – perfect temperature/time of day for a long walk – ideas percolating, energy level high, perhaps that Colorado Mountain High that John Denver sang about …
Dear Mark, I can very much understand how you feel. When my stepfather died (I was very close to him) it was a shock, I was devastated and very, very sad (especially because he died before his time). But after a few weeks this feeling got smaller, I got back to normal somehow. But then for me it was like he was on a holiday and that he would come back in a while. When I realized he would never come back, another form of sadness began, MS, Frankfurt, Germany
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