I just got back from a 24 hour stay in Paris, birthday treat from my family. The Hotel was possibly the most opulent place I’ve ever seen (NOT ACTUAL GOLD shower but the tiling was pretty funky.) The point of being here was an evening meal at a restaurant which officially rates as my favourite meal destination on the planet. Last night, it did not disappoint: sardine tarts that were beyond remarkable and a burger. Yup, a simple burger, but so utterly amazing, mostly I suspect because I got on a train and travelled for two hours, ending up in a completely different world. It was tight getting to the check in, but once we were on board? I’d like to travel like this for the rest of my life, please.
As we crossed the Seine at sunset there were three recently married couples getting their pictures taken in the shadow of the Tower (you can just see one in this picture, down to the left.) As the sun finally set we listened to the Notre Dame bells strike 7pm and then the building lit up beautifully. As we walked to the restaurant and my son asked me if it had been a good day, I told him that if I died at that moment, this would be the happiest I have ever been. It has been the most incredible forty-eight hours, and I apologise to everyone for taking the weekend off, but frankly? Utterly worth it.
I should probably have more fucking brilliant moments like these. That ought to be one of my objectives going forward.
This is going to be a new line in the sand, place to start again and move forward from with renewed enthusiasm and commitment. I am DETERMINED now to get more weight off, to become physically stronger still, and push both body and mind towards new goals. I’m genuinely excited at the potential my NaNoWriMo project has, and will also be working on my first long-form piece at the same time. I’m not happy unless I’m working, after all. There has to be words, or I’m dead inside, and with so many potentially here to wield in the months that follow?
These are exciting times indeed.