It’s of course in the finale that everything swells up into one huge explosion of hedonistic ecstasy 🙂
Back on the road! Last we left off, I was at Four Corners. Reception was still NOT happening, so once again I had a map, an idea, and the road ❤
I decided to hit Colorado Springs next! It took me the whole day, because again, the scenery was immensely gorgeous and I got to drive winding roads through mountains and valleys.
Epic. Fucking. Journey. Word, yo.
A real map. No pressure. Just an idea ❤
This picture summarizes this entire #EpicVoyage in its essence – exactly what I needed: chillin’, happy, fulfilled, pleased, content, surrounded by majesty.
While staying in Cortez, I took advantage of the Internet availability and booked myself a room in Colorado Springs. The hotel called me about 2 hours before my arrival asking what time I expected to be in, & I told them around 10 p.m. They said that they actually close the reception area at 10, but they’ll work with me to see what we can do. When I asked why they close, something I’m not used to a hotel telling me, they replied that they are a family owned business, & I hauled ass to get there in time before they closed so as not to inconvenience their family.
I got there at 9:59 PM ❤
I LOVED my hotel, the owners, the room, and the area altogether.
It was here that I fell in love. I fell in love with Colorado, with Manitou Springs, with the moutains, and with the new options of what a “smoking” room meant in Colorado.
The following morning, I thought it’d be cool to check out Garden of the Gods and finally make peace and get closure from my last visit there. The last time I visited Colorado Springs and Garden of the Gods in particular, it was the first time that as an ordained minister I performed a funeral service and it was for a friend. And while the funeral was more of a life celebration, there certainly was mourning.
I thought I would check out of the hotel that morning, go to Garden of the Gods, and then start looking at various ways that I could drive toward Florida. What was interesting is that I’d originally intended on going back the way that I came, and now that I was up in the middle of the country, I had more options. I looked at one route in particular and realized that it was actually going through parts of the country that I had never been to, and toward someone that I had not seen in a while. We’d been talking about meeting up if it were an option during this road trip, and while I thought it would just be a fantasy if it happened, now it was becoming more of a reality. So, I sent her a screenshot of my route, and she informed me that it would take me through where she was.
However, the next contact I made was…
Come on dude, I was in Colorado after all.
I called a dispensary.
And then went.
Emerald Fields gave me a 10% discount for checking in and posting to social media, and another 10% off for joining their membership program. So I got 20% off bud.
20% off. Of Colorado Bud.
A 20% cash discount. 20% off of marijuana. WEED. DISCOUNT.
It’s still taking a while for me to let that sink in. When the hell else will anyone EVER get a discount on bud?!
The tables from back right, to left and front: decent grade, great grade, BEST grade!
I went to the best grade table. Carpe Diem, man! It’s COLORADO!
Indicas and sativas, oh my!
“Hi, I’m Smash.”
“I’m not high, I’m Sarah.”
Meeting my bud-tender 🙂
Holy fucking mother of amazing smells. Sweet Tooth indica (smells and tastes like candy) and Area 51 sativa (tasted like stanky danky heaven) 🙂
So naturally after I visited there, my next stop was to grab food!
German food!!! And unsweet tea! Everything was funny and delicious and I was one happy camper ❤
Sooooo instead of leave and head out after all that, stayed another day 🙂 Because reasons.
Plus by the time I left the restaurant, hit some spots, made some visits and met some cool people, it was around 4:00PM…
…which meant I had about 20 minutes to hit a lounge and make it in time for Happy Hour 😀
I found the SpeakEasy Lounge, where I – OH MY – discovered prices are MUCH different than the dispensaries. Soooo I got more Colorado green and made lots of friends at 4:20PM that day 🙂
I went to Colorado, I smoked some fine bud, and chilled out on my Epic Voyage. Things were pretty damn peachy 🙂 The bud, however, was Pineapple Express 🙂
Seriously I could go on about the sativas and indicas that I tried, and I could go on and on about it as much as I speak about women and how much I appreciate them as well, but we’ll leave it here and say I had some really good weed, shared it with some super cool people – ALL OF THEM FROM FLORIDA, WHAT?! – and enjoyed myself. By the by, all the Floridians I ran into were Baby Boomers. That’s the market, folks. And usually people flock to Florida to move and to live, and now they’re flocking to Colorado.
Wake up, Florida. Legalize marijuana already.
After hanging out for a bit, I hit Garden of the Gods ❤
I got that closure that I needed ❤ Love you, Em ❤
The sunbeams busting through clouds and the sunset reminds me of my grandfather, and I felt his blessings on me again ❤ Thanks, pop 😀
That night I slept like a baby, and woke up at 3AM to hit the road and start the 1800+ mile trek home, broken down into a few legs. Since the hotel office was closed, I did as they said and left the key on the desk and left the door unlocked. I can’t wait to visit again; I am SO staying at the Buffalo Lodge again!
As I progressed through the country, I witnessed some amazing landscapes. Even the flatlands of Kansas were beautiful. Miles and miles of green farm country, fields, and landscape. So vast, so beautiful ❤
Once I hit Kansas, I realized we’re not in Colorado anymore! Har har.
I progressed until I made my next stop, and that’s where something pretty epic and magical happened.
After two years of abstinence, three years of being single and dozens of opportunities that I decided to skip out on, a GREAT opportunity presented itself and I went for it.
It was like that “I CAN SEE AGAIN” moment from Bound ❤
Except, having my way, I was the giver and not the recipient. After the first….uhhh like 4 times…she said she needed it, and I said gotdang have I need that. When she said how long it’s been for her and then asked me how long it had been for me, I couldn’t help but laugh. I was kind of embarrassed. I mean, TWO YEARS DUDE!
Her jaw dropped. “Really?… but why me?”
Because I care about her. Because there’s always been that thing between us, and the circumstances were never right. Because she’s absolutely beautiful, femme, smart, brave, witty, bossy, and gorgeous because she’s both beautiful on the inside AND out, and should get an extra accolade for being so lovely.
ALSO, she knew what she wanted, she went for it, and she properly seduced me like a grown-ass woman should. It was natural, playful, smart, fun and very open. I was tired of games people play; this was NO game. She acted like an adult and went for it. And she got what she wanted.
I asked her where I should put my bag, and she pointed next to her night table. Then I asked where I would stay (she offered to let me crash for the night), and she said “in here.” I asked where she was staying, and she said, “in here with you.”
OKAY! I put my bag down and excused myself for a moment. I drove 100 straight miles without taking a piss because something told me to get there. Just fucking get there.
As I looked in the bathroom mirror, I braced the counter and told myself, “this is about to happen. Just be cool. Let it happen naturally.”
I joined her again in the room, we talked more, and there was the moment when she looked at her phone, smiled, put it down and said, “so my (former lover) asked if I’d fuck you, and I said yes.”
I took her hand and put it to my neck, so she could feel my heart beating like a teenager’s would on prom night.
TWICE on this Epic Voyage I had that feeling. TWICE! First, when I bought weed. Then two days later, here I was in a friend’s bed, about to throw down with her. Holy shit.
She asked me, “are you nervous?”
“Little bit. More excited than nervous. I feel like a teenager.”
I laughed. “I’ll tell you later.” *grabs what was in her hands and puts it on the end table*
“We should do something about this.”
And then I kissed her.
I told her to get comfortable, and made her very, very, very, very very very very very happy. And I felt happy. I broke her bed and she didn’t give a damn.
“Shit! I broke your bed! I warned you I was a bed breaker!”
“SO WHAT JUST DON’T FUCKING STOP!!!”
Finally. FINALLY felt all studly again; like the proper way. Making a lady feel amazing.
A bunch of times.
Okay a lot.
Hey it’d been two years.
And she made more than just amazing sounds; there was a symphony of melodic, harmonious, gradual crescendos leading up to big, full-out fortissimos, over and over again, for hours.
We tried ordering Chinese food like five times.
“Where do you want to order from? I’ll go pick it up.” I offered.
“Pick it up, are you fucking kidding me?” She hit a button and started placing the order. Then, without moving from where she was, she rattled off her credit card information.
“Oh Jesus, what a princess!” I said.
And we killed some time before the Chinese food showed up. And killed even more time before actually eating.
The Chinese food, I mean.
“This is us, eating Chinese food just aahhhhHHHHHHHHHH!!!!…ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS LIKE REALLY HOLY $&%^^**#%#”
I’d never shared myself as a fit person, ever. I’ve never been fit like this before, and it was amazing to share myself and what this body can do with someone who not only appreciates it, but deserves it. She had it coming.
So, there’s that 🙂
The next day (I would say next morning but we were busy all morning…) I took her to breakfast, said farewell for now, and headed out.
I made a quick stop in St. Loius…
Leaving Nashville, rocking the Emerald Fields tee!
Knowing that Atlanta would be a clusterfuck of traffic, I pulled up Yelp and found some good southern food outside of the city to nom on before making that one last final push toward Florida.
Southern deliciousness from Doug’s Place!
Georgia came and went, and home was near. It had been over two weeks since I was home and as I neared the Florida border, I was just ready.
The road had been conquered and I felt like a champion, returning home from something I’d been training super hard for. I was!
With EVERYTHING that happened leading up to this, everything I endured, not only have I survived it all with my head held high (often with support), but I took a fucking VACATION!
And I got everything that I wanted. Everything.
To me, it validated all that I have been saying, practicing, and putting into action. It validated, to me, that I am stronger than whatever life throws at me, whatever people do to me, and that I will always come out on top.
Then, as I’m contemplating my journey – especially my previous struggles with my sexuality, the shit I’ve gotten because of it, the issues I’ve had in relationships, and all the crazy stuff that comes with being a lesbian – I see this span across the sky JUST AS I GET TO FLORIDA.
Welcome homo, Smash ❤
At that point, I was familiar with where I was, and the drive home felt just like any ride back from Lake City 😀
Here’s what’s super duper spectacularly awesome – I left on a Saturday night, right after reffing Sintral vs. Lakeland. I approached their venue on I-95, 20 miles from my house, and was able to make the last few minutes of their practice before I went home!
Love, hugs, and receiving kudos for making it there and back again, and on making really, REALLY good decisions.
Buxom looked at me and I smiled at her, and she paused for a while before opening her eyes SUPER wide and exclaiming, “FINALLY! JESUS SMASH. FINALLY.”
She didn’t even have to ask; she could tell that I had magical amazing lesbian lovings on my voyage 🙂
I left Destination Daytona, and then, finally, I pulled into my driveway, into the carport, and parked my car at MY HOUSE ❤
I’m in Daytona, Bitch!!!
The very next day, life resumed, as it should. I was still (shit, I still am) basking in vacation/road trip/goals smashed glory, and taught class that evening with a new charge! Vinyassa the next morning was super empowering, and since the trip, my personal yoga practice has become even more fluid and, quite frankly, it feels beautiful.
Since returning, I’ve picked up a few more classes to teach, I’ve got an editor to help me with BIG project I’ve been working on for a few years, and I’ve been pounding away with the business. Booking workshops, speaking, interacting with the community, and making Body and Swole a name in the community and out there in the world.
This story is just a piece of me, and a damn good one. There are so, so many more bits, and so many more stories. This one was just well-chronicled and told with a fairly fresh mind.
This is a happy tale!
All of my stories have a happy ending, or at least something positive can be reaped from each of them. There are some great ones, funny ones, uplifting, inspirational, empowering…you name it.
There are also some pretty dark stories, but again, it all turns out well in the end 😀
This whole process has been an alchemical one, turning the shit life throws at me into something spectacular. Life threw me a HUGE challenge, and with lots of support, encouragement, and lots of help and faith, it happened.
It needed to.
I needed to prove that I am SO much stronger than the struggle, that my light persists in the darkest of dark times. I needed to prove that no matter what anyone does to me or takes from me, that I am greater than what has been taken from me, and I’ll do better next time.
There have also been some huge lessons learned after.
Like Santiago experienced on his journey, he found someone, but he still needed to continue on his quest. I found myself in a similar situation, and though it’s been very hard to keep my focus on here, now, and on my business as it goes from infancy to full-on growing up, I’ve had to make that decision like a parent makes for his or her child. An actual, real relationship, the kind that I want in the long term, is for now a dream, a fantasy, and one that will be a part of my future, but not part of now.
I did very much enjoy the experience, and the fantasy 🙂
All good things, no regrets and lots of hopes for the future.
I don’t know *how* things will happen, but I have plans for WHAT will happen. And, just like my #EpicVoyage, I’ll bust my ass to work hard with an idea for an outcome, but no particular attachment to *how* things will come together.
They just will 🙂
How do I know? I don’t just know it; I feel it.
I know because I’m a witness to amazing achievements. Of course I know – I’ve seen me do it!
All in all, everything that I’ve been speaking about and the hard things to believe in were all proven to me.
Be brave, be yourself, be true to your heart and authentic in your endeavors. There’s no room for anything else in my life.
Here. Now. As I am.
I am Smash, and I am conditioned for epic things 🙂
As I’ve said before, this is still very much just the beginning 😉