11.17.22 // The Last Week (Mammoth Lakes, CA)

The last week has been such a beautiful whirlwind.
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While I haven't shared much on social media, I have been writing and working and playing in a way that I couldn't have even fathomed when I drove down the icy 395 last Friday and pulled into Mammoth Lakes, California.
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Before arriving, I had suspected I'd spend my days writing a mix of deep reflections and poetic musings about what it means to be back in a place I love so much. I had expected I would be exploring the sparkling snow-covered landscapes and cruising up and down "the grade" between Mammoth Lakes and Bishop. But truly, my assumptions couldn't have been more wrong...
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Instead of my "usual days" I had some incredible opportunities, potential plans, and grand ideas shared with me. Shared over coffee and donuts, shared over whispers at the kitchen table, and shared with a mutual sense of enthusiasm that at moments this past week I thought my heart would explode into confetti out of pure excitement for what is to come...
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Usually, I wouldn't even reference these "potential" new things out of fear, as I would somehow jinx them and they would slip between my fingers, leaving an idea that quickly becomes a memory, not a potential.
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But, I'm not scared, I'm excited and I can feel the strangeness of the universe presenting precisely what I need when I need it. I can feel and see and know that while my assumptions before getting here were dead wrong, my intuition about being here this week was dead right.
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So, while I've been quiet, and I haven't been writing for myself in the ways I may have wanted to, trust that behind the grid of this square photo and this digital narrative, life is happening and for the first time in years, the person writing these words is bursting with an excitement she hasn't felt since 2019.
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An extra special thanks to @mammothcrib and @VisitMammoth for inviting and creating the space for such magic to happen and to make the unreal real.