Oh, and by the way...

Yes. I am in the right place. 

I am driving home today on I-70. See an ad for some Duluth work pants. I am driving a truck. Lots of trucks all around me. I am salty and sweaty and covered in dirt from running 13.1 miles with burros. I am exhausted. My skin is brown from the sun. Country on the radio.

And I know. That I made the right choice. Because these are my people. This is my home. This. Right here. Is who I am.  I believe in all the stuff they say about simple values. Because as it turns out, my values are simple, too.

I go to bed with my man. Sometimes I eat too much cookie dough ice cream. I exercise every day and drink lots of water. I walk over to my parents' to do the laundry.

I dream in wide open blue Colorado skies. When I say I am from Dillon here, it actually means something. "Summit" is more than the peak of a mountain - it is the county I grew up. We go to Saudi Aurora and eat pizza with Nick's little brother.

I take long showers and stay in bed way too long. I help my parents shovel giant mounds of dirt. I don't have a job. But I still eat and laugh and sometimes even go out for sushi.

I can wear whatever I want. Including cowboy boots. And trashy denim outfits. I can roll in grass. I can run mountain trails. I can cuddle with a yellow lab. Or a donkey.

I can go to a Rockies' game against the SOX with my best friends on a Thursday night. And wear PURPLE. 

I can talk about past accomplishments and recognize the power of the present. I can dream in fast forward. I can reminisce in slow motion.

Yes. I can see a billboard for work pants that "never wear out" and be reminded that yes indeed, I really am in God's country. 

Thank goodness for that.