A little James Taylor goes a long way. It's one of those nights where things feel comfortable: the way the comforter wraps itself around your body, the air smelling a bit sweeter and the slow drawl of wind wisping past your open windows.

I spent the greater part of today fighting with a mountain on my bike, cursing my ineptness at physical prowess. However, now I feel fresh and full of the great sights I saw. Colorado has two colors: brown and yellow. Fall turns every aspen tree in this state to a brilliant yellow, as if the trees were on fire or thousands of school buses are crawling up into the trees' leaves. Rushing through the groves of aspen, catching a glimpse of a squirrel and seeing my friend, A, ahead of me made this day worth all the agony of trying to be healthy.

Today was an end to a funk that I had been in for a while. And while I'd rather not revisit all those feelings in the preceding weeks, sifting through them helped me understand what was happening. I'm stressed out; immensely so. Going through this whole change has been slowly eating at my head and I didn't want to recognize what was going on until, eventually, it just bit me in the ass. So, I sat with the ickiness for a few weeks and forgot about everything. I'm remembering all the good things this transition is bringing me and that, ultimately, everything's going to turn out okay.