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I made it to Colorado.

I'm pretty sure in my last entry I talked about how I was feeling really uneasy going into this whole thing. When I was picked up to head to the airport, I said to the person taking me, "I'm feeling really anxious." They replied, "Well, I guess that gives you something to give to God this morning then huh?" Instead of agreeing, I just sat there and I felt angry. Why do I feel so easily angered when it comes to stuff with God lately? I didn't want to give it up to him. I think to myself, "Psh, yeah right." I held onto it the entire ride and I knew what I was doing. I was adamantly saying a big fat NO to God. What in the heck do I do with that one?

All that seemed to go away once I was dropped off at the airport. I get this "I'm a hard-ass so don't mess with me" attitude and I just go. I love that feeling. There's just something about traveling (by myself especially) that fires me up. Maybe it's the feeling of being independent and strong. I feel accomplished, independent, self-sufficient, strong, and maybe even a little more in-control. Not sure if that really makes any sense at all, but it doesn't really have to. I get it in my own head.

Anyway, been trying not to think about too much since I've been here. I've been successful thus far. I have a lot of work to do this week before Julie, Sara and I head down to Denver to hike and whatnot. I'm definitely looking forward to that. Julie and I went on a hike yesterday and that was really good. It was an easy hike, only about 3 miles, we did it pretty fast though and only stopped to take a few pictures . I really like hiking, probably one of my favorite forms of exercise.

Well, I have a lot more that I could write about, but I won't. I'm tired. Adjusting to the elevation and slight time change is catching up to me I guess.