It’s been a while since I posted on here, but it has been a while since I felt like I had anything worth sharing that required more space and thought than a Facebook post or Instagram story. Frankly, I’ve been content in the mundane of my day to day of managing our household (and all the projects we are trying to cross off our list), working with clients, and socializing with friends.
I’m at a point in my life where I fortunately have everything going for me and stress levels are at an all time minimum. I’ve finally hit the 30 pounds lost mark since I started my weight loss journey in August 2016, I am working with some REALLY awesome people on some really exciting things, my clients are my dream clients (and their referrals are much appreciated!), and I have an incredible husband who is not only the cheerleader of my dreams and aspirations but has a way of keeping me grounded.
To add to my good fortune, I’m currently sitting in a hotel room in Paris, visiting for the 4th time since 2010 – 3rd time within the last 3 years (May 2015, October 2016, May 2018). This trip also marks my 2nd time to Europe in the last 4 months. And HOLY SHIT, the realization of how lucky I am is not lost on me. So many people only dream of experiencing the beauty of Paris, many don’t have the chance until after retirement. But in my 26 years on earth, I’ve been here four times already – each time leaving with the impression I don’t know when I’ll have an opportunity to return, and that opportunity arrives much sooner than expected.
If I’m being honest, I returned to my hotel room today feeling a little bit discouraged about not doing all the things I had planned. It was my first solo day in the city (Daniel headed to Helsinki for work, and I will meet him there Wednesday). I had a whole itinerary for how I would spend my day, but one thing happened after another (that at this point don’t matter), I felt like the day ended up being a total waste.
I recognize I have no right to complain. I’m here and that’s more than a lot of people can probably say. So, I quickly changed my thinking – a day wasted in Paris, is better than no day in Paris at all. And honestly was it really “wasted”? The sun was shining, the weather was warm. And I was IN PARIS. What more could a girl ask for?
So friends, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes about my favorite city. And just know, if you are one of those people who only dream of the sun shining on you in Paris, this privilege is not lost on me. I hope that one day you too can experience it for yourself.
“Want to know what heaven is? Feeling the sun shine on you…in Paris” – Rachel Zoe.