Good morning, Monday. I started feeling really shite on Friday and weekend had me feeling worse- today is just plain awful and I'm officially sick in bed. Needless to say, this does not bode well with the insane amount of work I have this week, so feeling daunted and freaked and helpless against this Summer scourge that has me in its clutches and is not quite ready to let go. A bad cough, terrible sore throat, body aches, and cold. Yuck.
And since I haven't posted in over a week, I'm feeling disappointed in myself for not doing so- I promised myself to not ever let this blog falter, and have prided myself with regular postings for the time I've been writing here. Last week was a complete wash- I'm in the middle of a production (freelance) that is beyond intense and I'm feeling like it's pretty much the reason I got sick too. This is really the first chance I've had to post, and since I had a few posts prepared but my loaner computer was overtyping them all and erasing them, 'twas not a good week last week. At all.
As I watched the Diamond Jubilee, ignored my workouts, ate very little, and stressed very much, feelings of wanderlust came creeping in, and then straight up took over. It's the provenance of a privileged few to moan about needing a vacation, but if I may moan for a minute or two- I NEED ONE OF THOSE. A vacation I mean. And lately, I've had Paris on the brain. I'm so in the mood for that city these days- strolling the old streets, browsing the amazing flea markets, drinking and eating and savoring and shopping and seeing and being. I'm tired and need a recharge and to be surrounded by beauty and aged buildings and pastries. Uh huh. Marie Antoinette fantasies. I know. And we all know what happened to her...
The other side of the map has me wanting to take some time out East, at one of my beloved beaches like Montauk or the Cape. I'd hang out and eat lobster rolls, read classic novels, get a tan, and sleep late. David and I would pack up the dog, enjoy the warm sunshine, and breathe in the sea air. And then of course there's my continued obsession with packing my bags for somewhere non Western- to be humbled, inspired, and blown away by the sensory overload that comes with being somewhere very, very far from home.
It matters not where we go actually- I just need to finish up this project and take some time off. It's tough to find balance as a freelancer sometimes- there's guilt involved with taking time off as it's often quite difficult to say no when opportunities come up. I've enjoyed working on all of these things, but now I'm ready to set a course for something different- some much needed time off to help get the balance right. And with that, I'm off- working from my darkened bedroom with Khan by my side, who is rolled in his doughnut shape and going to take care of me today as I attempt to get healthy again.
That's all I've got today. I hope all of you are fortunate enough to take a bit of time this summer and reset the compass. It feels like a luxury, but a much needed one. Cause that's what's up this wanting to be elsewhere and filled with wanderlust type of Monday in Brooklyn. All the love, I've missed you all. XO