One of the best things about getting out of the funk I’ve been in is I’ve rediscovered my sense of direction. I know where I want to be.

I ought to be in Paris right now but the stress of my life kept me from settling my plans. I think I will have to make a quick trip sometime this spring. It won’t be my usual multi-week stay but it will have to do. It will do because last year I went to  a dark place that I never want to revisit. Paris has always been my wonderful escape and I am thankful to once again be in the frame of mind to appreciate her beauty. Her complex, flawed and intelligent beauty.

As a matter of fact, I think it will serve me well if  I made two or three trips a year to Paris. Shorter Paris trips at closer intervals may be the tonic I need. I can go in June, September and maybe again in December. Although, in December the days will be so short that I’ll be boarding my return flight almost the minute I land.

Merde.