Almost mid-august, definitely mid-summer, soon to be September.
My summer took some time to grow into what it is now: bursts of work on my laptop, walking through the park, making hummus, compote,tortillas (from scratch bien sûr),painting, dinners with friends in our garden , watching movies projected onto the wall, and yes- bouts of rootless , fuzzy depression.
All of the sudden in the middle of it all- the continued explorations of Paris, of getting closer to friends, looking recipes up online- the whole of autumn turned on it's head. Now instead of this we are doing that. Instead of going there we are staying here.
I probably don't beleive that things happen for a reason anymore, but I feel the residue of that belief as I plan for what I will do in Paris instead as the summer spins down. The things I want are clearer- not only in my to -do lists and mind -maps but my days are beginning to follow my dreams, slowly (very slowly) crafting the life I have into the life I want.
I'm not off by much- but I give myself hell for it: paint more, run more, worry less, friends more, clean more, read more, facebook less, twitter better, blog some, sleep less,party harder, nytimes.com less, work always, plan faster,calm down.
Execute now.
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