I posted the photo below on Instagram recently and it received a few “concerned” comments.
It’s interesting how a word, an image can conjure ideas and beliefs. “Disengaged” and two ring-freed fingers signify an ending to some. To me and to Dreamy, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I originally wrote out a bit of a background explanation for that photo, why we took it and why we posted it to Instagram, but in the end, the post was long and I suspect no one really cares about the details. (By the end of writing it, neither did I.)
Suffice it to say, it was the result of the continued slowing down we are experiencing here in France and to a pulling back from the “norms” so prevalent in America that dictate how one “should” live life day to day. It’s been a long time coming for both of us to be free to “be” and now with the opportunity in front of us, we are “being”. It is the most thrilling experience of our lives, filled with emotion and adventure and peace.
I am writing a bit about it here for you to read because I want you to know, if you ever had that dream (or have it now) to step back a bit, it is 100% possible. It is also challenging, sometimes (usually) a long time coming and takes more work than most people I know are willing to put in to get it. But it IS possible. You can do it if that is what your heart desires.
Now, on to more interesting happenings…
I told you before about our older daughter visiting and the fun we had in Paris on various visits. Alas, her stay ended and after saying our airport farewells, the remaining three of us made a leisurely stop by a favorite lunch spot in Paris (if you visit and you’re gluten free, you must, must add No Glu to your list of restaurants to try).
I’m on sort of a café gourmand kick (for “research” I suppose), so it is now obligatory that I order one everywhere we dine. I’m sure it’s just a phase and will pass soon enough.
Afterwards, we took a relaxing walk around the city. We also managed to squish ourselves into what I am certain is the smallest elevator on earth (and also the scariest!). We were seriously crammed so tight there was full body touching, so I’m glad we all knew each other or it would have been…awkward.
It felt like the most normal day in a while (maybe with the exception of the aforementioned elevator) – relaxed and just us doing what we love, talking about what is to come, which, as we all know, we never really know. This brings us to August, which we thought we had planned out, until I woke up one morning and told Dreamy those plans didn’t feel concordant with what the Universe is telling me. He revealed that he had the same feeling, so we knew as much as we love Paris, I would decline the opportunity to spend August there running the restaurant.
It was not the right decision for the time. However, Paris still calls us to her it seems because as soon as that decision was made to decline one opportunity, a new project presented itself. It is still with restaurants, still in the gluten-free realm, but a different capacity (sharing soon) and one that will allow us to be in Paris every week, as well as at our cozy nest in Rouen (which we love and were fretting over being away from for an entire month) and to continue feeding our latest summer weekend obsession – The rock covered northern beaches of France. I swear they are magical, therapeutic and restorative. If you get a chance to visit Dieppe, by all means do it and plan for a day on the beach.
Deeper into the slow living we sink, comfortably and blissfully disengaging, really living in the moment and embracing the right now. Highly recommended. : )
I also recommend making Strawberry Purée and freezing it in ice cube trays, then plunking a cube down into your next glass of rosé with a touch of sparkly water for the best summer cocktail you can imagine.