i have to go to bed. but i'd just like to say, my newest obsession is anything and everything french.
i love the music, the words, the wine, the style, the design, the food, the imperfection, and the complex everything.
i am tired tonight and anything foreign is appealing to me.
maybe because it doesn't make sense and it doesn't need to.
it is just beautiful because it exists, not because it makes any sense.
"you have to take risks," the grandmother said, "and you will have a wonderful life."
what risks did i take today?
what courage did i display?
"what will you do with your one and wonderous life?" (elizabeth gilbert, eat, pray, love)