I just spent two particular years, two years in parentheses.
year of my pregnancy, I was floating in happiness and joy. I thought only my baby, I projected myself constantly, I was not really on this planet, I was in my bubble with him.
And childbirth, the tsunami, the revolution: the feeling that my life was flying splinters, no further reference, a fatigue of a hitherto unknown magnitude, more energy for me, more energy think, just stay afloat and try to regain some control. It took me several months. This period is over. I found a balance. I teems of desires, ideas, although I sorely lack of time. So my resolutions are definitely realistic, pragmatic but Epicurean: no need to imagine three hours of sport per week, trips galore, drastic diet or sophisticated elegance .... But:
I will (try to) eat better. I adore small market, the multitude of food shops in Paris. It has become quite unique and I would enjoy it more. This is great, Anthony loves to walk to the market, watching the butcher's stall, the colors at the premiere .... In preparing its purees, I rediscovered the taste of fresh produce. I was so used to eating all-around "at noon in front of my computer and speed in the evening I had lost the pleasure of eating well. In the same vein, I will reduce my daily glasses of wine to choose each week with a good bottle beaver: exploring varieties, appellations and regions ... And I can not allow myself to leave a Once a month, the Beaver and I decided to choose each time a great restaurant, not necessarily with Michelin stars, but real talent, nuggets ... That said, I will remain faithful to Rocco and his bressoala with artichokes, saltimboca her calf ... and champagne well beaten.
I will (do my best to) return to creativity, I lost my connection with the left side of my brain, force planning, anticipate. So I'll start playing with my son, put me in his universe, invent stories, read her stories, perhaps to start drawing this year? And then write: find 15 minutes every day, write without thinking too much, but write. I should find those 15 minutes zapping least on Facebook, less hopping from one site to another pointless.
I'll stand up straight as a dancer, taking long walks, putting on lipstick Chanel, buy some nice underneath each season, wear clothes that go to my new body. And if I win the Lotto, I'll go up to the bar to the ground ....
I'm going back into the maze of history, resume my journey, read essays, novels, bios. I started, I arrived at half the Middle Ages, it was great ... I resume the thread to Charlemagne. Later, I'll start from scratch with Anthony and we leave at 3 in the footsteps of the dinosaurs, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans .... From time to time I will make them of infidelity with contemporary authors (they are waiting for me quietly at the foot of my bed)
I will continue to ease, empty, my cupboards and simplify my thoughts. I'll maybe even try to meditate but it is not guaranteed unless the koala it is with me?
In the spring I will plant the new flowers on the balcony and I will buy an olive tree that will grow with Antoine (well he must survive my hand not very green, I mean the tree for those who have difficulty follow!)
And then I'll take care of my 2 embryos projects, action practical per week and see if it grows? I hosted a lunch with my coaching "collèguamies' office every month to motivate us! I'll tell you .... Go
hop: here we go!
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