Whilst the whirlwind that was Paris went by in the blink of an eye, the aftermath (namely: a runny nose, a cough, aches & pains, and other general cold-fever-flu-type symptoms) lasted much longer.
After struggling into the office Monday right through to Wednesday, I decided to prioritise my health, and stayed at home for the latter past of last week. Although battling with whatever sickness had overtaken me in the midst of switching the beautiful Parisian sunshine for the cold, windy weather of London, I envisioned days at my desk in my bedroom, filled with productivity. Whilst relegated to my house, I figured I’d get some things that had been lingering on my to-do list crossed off once and for all. And probably feel better for it.
That did not happen.
I’ll admit it, like the stereotypical Gemini that I am, I made extensive (hypothetical) plans to spend my time at home wisely… yet back in the real world, I ended up frittering my free time away, permanently under my duvet and caught up in daytime television.
Still contending with the illness, procrastination set in. Closely followed by a perennial case of me finding distraction – all of which meant that with regards to getting anything of note done, Thursday and Friday were write-offs.
I think it was Maya Angelou who said it best, “nothing will work unless you do.”
By Saturday, I was back on point. I felt a lot better, and I got a whole load of figurative boxes ticked.
I’m back in the game.
The adventure began. 25mins to departure, running through the airport. I could already foresee what the next two days would entail…
Boutique hotels with Art Deco-inspired interiors and beautiful views. Jumping into cars with strange boys (don’t try this at home!). Alfresco fine dining at pavement cafes with outdoor heating. Stopping to talk to every group of handsome French men in sight. Continental cocktails. Fast forward, a few hours later…
2am. Lost in Paris. Navigating the (identical) cobbled streets. Madness.
Taking the city in from a boat, whilst travelling along the river Seine. Sexy men with even sexier accents. Carriage rides through Parisian parks. Stumbling upon a hidden gem, the perfect lunch spot. Cuban food, Cuban cigars, more cocktails.
Shopping on the Champs-Elysees. Visiting the Louvre (managed to miss the Mona Lisa) and Notre Dame. Quick ensemble change and then the Eiffel Tower, at night. Sparkly dresses, wedged high heels and flashing lights. This. Is. Life.
Until next time, Paris. It’s been real.
“I hereby tender my resignation with immediate effect.”
In the name of honesty and full disclosure, I should admit that I haven’t actually uttered those words aloud
yet… or written them anywhere other than this blog. Nothing like grown-folk issues to make you feel like an adult, right? *side eye* Like the stereotypical Gemini that I am, I haven’t fully figured out which direction I should take in life. Or rather, I have chosen, but I change my mind on an almost daily basis. What I do know, is that I want more. I realise that I’m not getting any younger, so I should probably get on with moving towards my destiny.
…I guess all will be revealed in the fullness of time.