Day four in Aspen. Can't imagine being anywhere more lovely. I'm in a private residence at The Ritz Carlton overlooking the heated pool at the bottom of a snow capped mountain. This might actually be heaven. I'm here to finish what I started a few months ago, my latest book. The good news is that I've been fairly productive so far. Created a website, made and edited a video, opened escrow for a client, built several fires, and successfully dodged Altitude Sickness. But, I haven't worked on the book. This explains why some people say they need to take a year off to write. Well, I don't have the luxury of taking a year off. Besides, I know plenty of people who have busy careers and families, yet still manage to get their writing done. It's called discipline. I have three more days in Aspen. Surely I can get a lot done but whatever I don't finish, I will in Los Angeles. What's beautiful about being here, is how clear I am on why I have to be the one to write this particular book. To be honest, I was struggling with it before this trip. My heart was battling my head, and my heart was losing. Maybe it's the clean mountain air, or the decadence, or the utter silence of it all, but being in Aspen has shown me the way. My passion and my purpose have become one, and I would be honored to take what I do and love to another level. Heart, thanks for not giving up -- you win.
