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out like lamb [not so much].

6 Apr

March oh March. Where have you gone?

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a taste of something fine.

31 Mar

New Years resolutions have never really been my thing. My track record for follow through on “resolutions” like going to the gym three days a week, only eating dessert after one meal a day (HA!), and cutting corn syrup from my diet (Oreos don’t have corn syrup, right?) has been measly to say the least.

But this year, in the midst of the sadness and terror leading up to the end of 2015, I made it my goal to focus on being mindful about the gratitude that I feel for all the little moments that make up my life. Thankful for the gift of friendship and family and the opportunities that are presented in times of chaos and joy. Thankful for the love of an itty bitty pitty pup named Mayhem, for the beauty of snow-covered mountains, and honing in on how my positive outlook, hell sometimes my negative outlook, affects those around me.

That said, in the spirit of gratitude, I would like to share an anecdote that touches on the hilarity of the hospitality industry at high volume time periods. Though this story serves as a prime example of teamwork and support, I left each day with a renewed sense of hope for humanity, appreciation for those of us who work hard to support the ones we love, and a the joy in a large glass of wine when I finally made it home at night.

Note, this anecdote was submitted to resort leaders so please forgive the nature in which the story is told as some content has been removed.

“Many teams preach about the importance of teamwork and good communication but in my experience, not many teams epitomize the concept of teamwork in quite the way that the staff at our property does. Over the last five days, a flu bug decimated our housekeeping department, knocking out two or three people each day, last weekend. With the resort receiving 40″ of snow last week, the hotel’s occupancy jumped to 100% for the upcoming weekend. Being short-staffed combined with 40” of fresh powder meant that the property started Friday, Saturday, and Sunday behind and played catch-up in the maintenance and housekeeping departments until late in the evening—in some cases as late as 8:00pm.
Though everyone on our team was working under a huge amount of stress, each member of the staff made it known to each other that they had each other’s backs. From maintenance technicians vacuuming rooms and making beds, to house-people and kitchen stewards running linens and water bottles to rooms, to front desk agents organizing a chaotic valet circle and showering our guests with our infamous guest service to ease the displeasure expressed at rooms not being ready on time, it was truly amazing to watch the love and support melt away the stress and bring laughter and efficiency to an otherwise extremely unpleasant and chaotic situation. Instead of grumblings about working late and tears caused by exhaustion, laughter, high-fives, and thank you’s rung through the hallways.
Since that weekend, I have heard time and time again how apparent it is how much our team cares about each other’s well-being. I can honestly say that our staff has opened my eyes to the concept of friends who become family and I could not be more proud to part of such an amazing group of people.”

Thanks again to all parties involved. I am oh so lucky to know each and every you and I can only hope that my future endeavors are highlighted with anecdotes and memories like the ones we have made over the last few years.

pre-holiday fun.

14 Dec

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#9 –> bierstadt to the sawtooth

28 Jul

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lady luck.

27 Jul

Very rarely do I feel as though I am being picked on, as for the most part, I live a pretty charmed life.

I live in a beautiful place full of positive energy, complete with the support of a fabulous little community.

I love my job and my silly chaotic work family.

In my free time, I hike, I climb, I run, I drink delicious craft beer, and I meander through vast fields of flowering columbines and lupine.

I wake up to towering mountains and fall asleep to the Blue River bubbling outside my bedroom window.

And in the height of summer, the temperature never seems to rise above 80°.

But sometimes bad luck seems to follow you everywhere, permeating deep inside all the things that you love most. If you’re like me, you know deep inside that you shouldn’t let yourself fall victim to the negative thoughts of failure and frustration, but you also know how easy it is to just give in. To say forget it all.

Forget the job you love, the people you adore, the mountains and rivers your worship.

Forget it, your head says. Forget it. Life would be so much easier home, in Chicago.

Lucky for me, I have an incredible network of supporters–mostly family members but also in there, close friends who know you far better than you know yourself. People that can read you like a book and know when you are starting to shy away from taking the risks that make you feel alive and isolating yourself when you really should be asking for help from those closest to you.

July is almost over and August brings a fresh start (and a new year!).

Thanks to everyone who has shown me the love. To everyone who has lent me a shoulder when I need to weep tears of frustration and loneliness and to everyone who has sent me well-wishes from afar.

I got your back.

sunshine in my soul

girls night.

10 Dec

girls night

Also, we held the inaugural book club of the Winter ’14/’15 season and decided, in the midst of wine and and an unlimited supply of Christmas cookies and Mer’s cinnamon bun concoction, on a book called “The Goldfinch“. We meet again on January 20, so read up!

730 days.

2 Dec

Believe it or not, it’s officially been two years since my dad and I arrived in Summit County and met Erik at this “awesome little lunch spot'” (A-Cafe) for a celebratory sammie.

Coming into this little adventure, I truly believed I would be in the mountains for a season; just a quick hiatus from the “real world”, a chance to play and be “irresponsible” for a winter.

Well, about six weeks into my “hiatus” I knew I was in it for the long run.

I was hooked.

Hooked on the hot pinks and dreamsicle oranges that paint the sky with the early morning sunrises, hooked on the breathlessness (from the beauty and the altitude…) that washes over you upon reaching the summit of any one of the local 13ers and 14ers that stand guard over The County, hooked on the terrifying thrill I get when I looked down the chute that leads into the wide open bowl from the top of Mayflower Gulch and hooked on the people that live their lives without regret, like they have but one more day left to live.

“I’ll just stay for the summer and THEN I’ll get back to my career, to the real world,” I told myself, time and time again that first winter.

Well, after that first summer of sunshine, 14ers, long training runs and sailing on Lake Dillon…ok a few promotions at work helped too…that summer turned into my second winter season, which then evolved into my third winter and second Coloradoversary.

To this day, 730 days later, I am unceasingly astounded and unbelievable grateful that I have ended up where I am. I have been provided with some amazing, once in a lifetime career opportunities, met an incredible group of people that have developed into a fabulous little family-away-from-family and I spend my days doing what I love and living in a place that challenges me physically and stimulates me emotionally.

Colorado, it’s been a fabulous journey thus far, and I can’t wait to see what year three brings.

2 years

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