The following entry was written on the last evening of a 9-day dream vacation to France, from which I just returned:
Christine has gone to bed and it’s just me and final glass of vin rouge. Final take on Paris–I love it. In general, youthful to live in this city the way it is designed. I’m sure as a person with a few more years and some wealth there’s a whole other side–several sides to every place. But with a family–what is this like? I see couples and groups and individuals–but what do they do with the kids? I miss my family a lot and am so excited to see them all tomorrow. But what’s my take-away?
Don’t sweat the small stuff. Enjoy each other. Don’t worry. Relax and savor. WALK. Visiting this city–Divine. I would definitely come back. This is important for me. Seeing the world as a means to gauge how small I pack my life. Like it’s a block of clay–or a marshmallow. Stick with me here.
Life is like a marshmallow.
It’s meant to be light and airy, and sweet. Gooey if it gets too hot, tough if it goes stale. If you handle it too much it gets dense and packed–like in to a little cube. Then you can’t do anything with it. You can’t shape it, it’s not flexible and pliable. It’s not enjoyable. There’s no room. No space. Life needs that.
Wanderlust–love it, have it, happy to be able to indulge it. Thank you, Harry (husband and father to my children)!