DREAMS DON’’T HAVE AN EXPIRATION!
It is easy to dream, living in Paris. Yes, I get scared.
It’s okay to be scared..
That means I am alive- in fact, we’re all scared at first as we grow older.
Have you ever……? ……. Not yet……!!!!
Chapter 11 is the chapter that changes my life.
This is where I start my comeback.
This is the chapter in my life that changes my life..
And it’s all up to me.
I’ve made a choice to rise from the ashes of the old life that I burned down. Haha. Boy, oh boy. I watched it crash and burn.
So, it’s our turn to choose to rise up or stay down. Come on!! Let’s do it.
Whatever your dreams are, no matter how big or how small,
We’ve got this!
Learn to walk. THEN, learn to dance.
Start a new career. Wellllllll, maybe not.
Skydive. Hmmmm. No.
And when we get to that point where we’re scared and maybe it even hurts a little..
I have decided to tell myself that my best days, my loudest laughter, and deepest loves are still ahead of me.
I have stopped saying what could go wrong and started believing what could go right.
It’s my life and my mindset. Hey! Each day I am just doing my best. And that’s enough.
I’ve got one shot. Do something! Take action! Even if it’s wrong. Anyway, there is NO wrong or right. Each day is a new beginning. Smile. And start again.
I have favorite restaurants that I go to in my neighborhood. And, one day, I had stayed in for the several days with my left knee. So, I wanted to treat myself on my next free day to lunch at a favorite place – the restaurant down the street – Restaurant Honoré. I wanted to have some fish – unless there was a Du Jour special that sounded good. It was drizzling outside. So, at noon, I walked to the restaurant. I know not to go before noon. They don’t like it.
When I arrived, there were a few people, but I got the table I liked – inside in a corner without any steps. And I saw the Du Jour – chicken. I love their chicken, so that is what I got. And, if you order the special, it comes with a starter salad, a main dish, and a dessert for one price. It is different every day. That works for me. So, I got the “formula déjeuner” – hard-boiled eggs with mayonnaise starter, chicken and rice with sauce, and fresh fruit for dessert. Plus, a glass of white wine and a cup of espresso. It was delicious! Everything had its own unique taste. Even the mayonnaise. I am no longer drinking wine. Now I drink perrier with lime or something similar. And the sauce on the rice and chicken was perfect. I would have preferred a different dessert (they have wonderful crème brûlée.) But I wanted the set price more. Wow. The French really know how to cook.
And an interesting side note about this restaurant. It is owned and operated by two guys, one of whom does the cooking. And the other one speaks English and is also a real estate agent on the side. We exchanged cards because he is going to help me find a tuner for my Steinway piano. I have since decided to sell it even though it needs tuning. Anyway, his tuner never called me. But he tried to help me. As I said before, there is no such thing as “customer service” in Paris. It is all who you know and if they like you.
THANKS in advance.