24 Aug Off to Paris in 5 Days
As I prepare to leave for my 30-day trip through Paris I am overcome with a sense of nostalgia. I haven’t eaten worth a toot nor gotten any sleep these last few weeks. I’m so bone tired that my emotions are totally out of control.
All day I reflected back on last August. This time a year ago I’d just returned from my 30-trek across Manhattan. I’d had the time of my life. But the week I returned I had to face packing up my home of 20+ years and moving on to a new, unknown life. I plummeted quickly from my 30-day high in NY, my face smashed on the pavement.
But as I packed up Christmas decorations and baby mementos, my NY euphoria, and the lessons I’d learned, seeped back in. They carried me through. I remember being sadder than I’d ever felt in my entire life, all alone. But I had a strange sense all would be ok.
I never dreamed my year would be as rich as it’s been.
My old friends have been just flat unbelievable. I’ve made new ones, both online and in person, who have carried me through and pushed me to places I’d never imagined.
My career – the one I so desperately wanted to reshape – has taken off. I’m having a ball with this new media.
Yeah, my emotions may be on my sleeve. But they give me a good excuse to get gushy.
Thank you, dear friends, for all your blessings. And to my clients, I so appreciate the trust you’ve placed in me.
Think I’ll go take a nap now.