“If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.”

Yep, it’s Tuesday, and nope, yesterday wasn’t a national holiday. I just didn’t pre-blog my Monday Mash-Up before the Creative At Heart conference because I didn’t plan ahead. Apologies, friends! We’ve been completely immersed in a world of business-changing conversations and dynamic speakers over the last few days and to be honest, I just plain forgot to blog yesterday.

We’re in Denver, Colorado this morning! I’ve only been here once before and my visit was about as long as it took me to get a rental car and drive away from the airport for a conference in Colorado Springs (back during my corporate desk job days), so it’s been really fun to explore a little bit with Matt! The weather here is crazy beautiful- I couldn’t even be annoyed about the fact that I woke up at 5:00am on our first morning (thank you, jet lag) because the sunrise was so, so beautiful.

As always, lessons learned/events that transpired over the past week:

• Altitude sickness is no joke, and the cure is water. Water water water!
• Truffle fries are God’s gift to Americans. We ate lunch at Hopdoddy’s on Saturday after getting into Denver and oh. my. gosh. Truffle + parmesan fries with a truffle aoli? I’ve been dreaming/drooling about them ever since.
• I added THREE new pink pencils to my collection! After five conferences, my hoard just keeps on growing. And I’m not sorry about it.
• The last time I remember smelling marijuana this frequently (and in plain public) was in Amsterdam last summer. And before that, at a concert when I was 16. The smell makes me sick to my stomach, and I once again find myself feeling grateful for the fact that my dad scared me into never doing drugs. (That’s what happens when your father is a higher-up with the county police department)
• Fun fact: attempting to take Lily on a run is equivalent to dragging a 34-lb sack of potatoes behind you while exercising. She’s not a running-buddy sort of dog.
• And Sirius is great for the first 1.5-2 miles of a run, but after that, he too turns into a sack of potatoes. Only he’s a 65-lb sack of tubers.

A photo of Teresa Swanstrom Anderson’s entryway (a blogger in Denver!), because one day? I WILL have a ballet pink front door. It’s going to happen.