so what if I fall on a star, and the moon is still further away?
The first reaction is to feel unsatisfied, after all, this star was not where I was aiming for. And feel guilty. I should have done this and this and that. Or feel powerless. After all, I seem to have objectives and I don’t fulfill them as I should. And then, if I accept the result, does it make me someone who is stuck there?
Feeling bad about oneself is wasting our time.
I have tried it, it just gives you unwelcome psychosomatic annoyances.
Well, if they are changing every day you lose a sense of direction.
But they can be a little bit flexible.
How about creating exceptions and correcting our course?
Here is how it can go/
I am great anyway, and objective X is worthwhile.
I said that I would wake up at 5.30 and today I woke up at 9.00.
I needed this because last week I took a business trip and I needed time to recover.
So much the better.
Instead of feeling guilty I give myself a free day, for rest but also for taking a mental vacation out of everything and reorienting myself towards the North Star.
or should I say , hello Paris! Here I am again, and it is a sunny beautiful day that I found myself in the Eurostar, taking me to the Gare du Nord. Because I need to find a nice person to sublet my cute place in Paris.
Yes, I still want to keep it. It has been one of the reasons I was resisting the idea of change: where do you find these cafés, Italian traiteurs, wonderful neighbours and fresh vegetables?
what do you mean again? This time the trip to France is for my work: our team in London has an artistic project with some local artists. Believe it or not, after so many years living in Paris, I haven’t yet been to Rouen although it is only an hour or so by train. I am looking forward to visiting the famous cathedral and the historical old city.
But there is also a presentation of our artistic project I will need to do and this is not finished the time we are speaking. Why? I had some romantic questions on my mind. Am I in love again?
I am looking for the symptoms in the same way as I look for symptoms of the flu. I could be.
The situation concerns a Portuguese artist who is temporarily in London and we have become closer lately. But I realize that I have started thinking of him quiet a lot. Our approach to art is very different. He seems to be critical of mine and this is kind of tiring, to be honest. On the other hand I find him attractive.
Other people in my place would have taken action, been to hundreds of tinder rendezvous… Instead I have intellectual conversations with international artists which have not evolved into something romantic, … yet.
I just came back to Paris from Istanbul, and the temperature is not what I would have expected: we are like cookies baking in the oven, with high temperatures, whereas in Istanbul, there was an agreeable sea breeze.
I feel a little bit overwhelmed, a lot of things happened, but the most important is that I have made progress in ways I couldn’t have expected.
The artistic event I had been planing was a success and I will get back to you with more details as soon as I empty my suitcase!
What I liked the most? The Bosphorus cruise on our last day, was quiet amazing!