My head has been swimming in Paris in the weeks since I’ve been back. It was such a great trip. The perfect balance of visiting mes amis (miss you!), writing and working on the book, and basking in Paris’ charms and graces. The sublime weather didn’t hurt either. (Nor did the almond croissants.)
Then I came home to New York and got sick. Again. It’s been raining for six days in a row now, making this an epic Bad Hair Week. And, in case you haven’t heard, the world is going to end tomorrow.
In other words, I’m starting to wonder just what the hell I’ve been up to since I’ve been back in NYC. Has it really been three weeks? Sheesh. I did have that most lovely meal at Buvette, plus a heavenly lunch at ABC Kitchen. I saw the Generationals. I’ve taken walks in Central Park and along the Hudson River Park and have gone shopping at Chelsea Market. But mostly I’ve just been eating kale and trying to finish my book. 10 days and counting. It’s time to start thinking about what kind of champagne to get when it’s done. (Ruinart Rosé. Duh.)
The fiercest part of the alkaline diet is over and I say that with a Haribo Tagada in my mouth. Done. I’ll still go big on greens and maintain a healthy pH as much as possible, but 14 days is a long time to resist sugar. Sugar may not good for you, but it’s so good.
And then there’s this idea I have of investing in a life coach. I feel like this has been a major transition, returning to New York. I haven’t had time to really figure it out but things are percolating. It seems like it’s the right time to make a change. To go for something big. To take a risk. Or just get a new wardrobe or something. I’m taking notes and trying to really focus on what my next chapter will be. What do you think? What should the next chapter be? ?