Four years ago, I made the best decision of my life. I packed up my apartment in Colorado and moved to San Francisco – a city I had fallen in love with the year before. Little did I know, it wasn’t just the city I’d continue to fall in love with.
I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have had (and continue to have) incredible mentors in my life. Some of whom I didn’t realize were actually mentors until they were no longer there, and I had ended up in a place only they could have subliminally nudged me towards. These mentors have come into my life naturally. They were just people who were at the right place at the right time and willing to help, nurture, encourage and provide me with tactical advice on how to achieve my goals.
“I guess I don’t have a ‘future’ plan,” I said to a friend on GChat. He inquired about my recent promotion at Context Optional and where I wanted to go from here.
He picked me up at the bar I used to work at in Boulder. I sat in his gold Honda and as the heat blasted from the vents, I sighed. It was cold outside — the kind of cold that stings your legs.
“The most beautiful discovery that true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.”
I spent the past three days in Colorado. I had purchased a discounted ticket a few months back with some coworkers with the intent of spending the weekend on the slopes showing them around my precious Rocky Mountains. As the trip approached, I had to make a decision: show my coworkers from San Francisco around the mountains, or spend time with family and friends in Denver. I opted to spend the weekend catching up with family and friends.
