Oh hello World. I didn’t see you there. Were you hiding under my bed? Behind my shower curtain? In the fridge? Wherever you were I didn’t notice, probably because I’ve been too busy hiding a certain something of my own.
But, since you’re there, I’m just going to be honest. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been hiding my doubts and insecurities. Yep. I’ve been hiding them behind hunky-dory, happy-go-lucky blog posts with pretty pictures and…
What? You didn’t buy it? You heard through the grapevine that I’ve been France’s #1 complainer lately? You heard I’m homesick? Someone told you I have trouble with bureaucracy and the rectorat and that I’ve been a big baby about growing up?
Well then. I guess I’ll have to restore my image, won’t I?
What’s that you say? Why don’t I just restore my attitude? Right.
Yes, I remember what Mom always used to tell me. “Every time you’re feeling low, go out and run, and repeat positive things.” Endorphins and brainwashing. It’s worked for me before.
So World, I’ll spare you the details of my “It’s-Too-Cold-to-Run-Outside Stair-running routine” but I’ll share the brainwashing part. Here’s the deal:
I know I am blessed. I know I have so much to be grateful for. I know that despite small challenges like repeated confrontations with the woman who refuses to pay me my guaranteed partial reimbursement for my daily commute, my life is a bowl of cherries.
I’ve posted this sentence on my bathroom mirror for easy-repetitional purposes, as you can see:
And voila a list of mundane and magical things I am grateful for this week:
–Letting it snow
–Hot Christmas-flavored tea, available 24/7 chez moi
–Pandora Christmas Carols
–Melt-in-my-mouth, still hot baguettes
–Drawings of girls with British flags from students who still think I am from England
–My warm coat
–Clementines from Corsica
–Spaghetti and Meatball dinner at Annie’s apartment
–Making caramels, which look like potion in the pan, with the boys
–Returning to the quiet of my penthouse…and doing whatever I want
–The best free chocolates EVER at the bookstore
–A Christmas wreath hung by I-don’t-know-who on the door to my building
…Stay tuned for more “Awesome-things Thursdays”…doctor’s orders until further notice.
P.S. – I’m the doctor.