Yesterday, I did something that surprised Dan, and surprised me too.
As we took a spontaneous trip to Red Rocks to watch the sun set over a gorgeous Monday evening, and awaited making pasta from scratch for the first time (also spontaneously!), I did something that I haven't done before.
|Homemade pasta from scratch!|
We were ambling along in our car on the windy roads leading to the base of the amphitheater when I was distracted by two men watching the sun set together with steel martini glasses in their bathrobes. I smiled at just how sweet that sight was and almost didn't notice two other people walking with their thumbs out. I don't know if I thought about it too much, or not enough - but I stopped the car for them and we give them a rather awkward and quiet ride over to another parking lot. They reeked of cheap booze, and seemed equally surprised that they asked for a ride and they got one.
|Red Rocks against a Purple Sunset|
Dan laughed the whole evening about this. He couldn't believe it any more than I could. My default state of Fox Mulderness ("Trust No One") was challenged yesterday. I have been trying not to overthink why, how, and what the heck I was thinking. It was odd stepping out of character and my own skin. I wouldn't recommend you give rides to random hitchhikers, but I would also suggest you hone and trust your instinct.
And once in a while, surprise yourself - the result can't always be terrible, right?