My New Years resolution for 2017 is ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’. Yep, that famous saying we’ve all heard. I’ve been determined to do justice to my goal, by worrying less, and just saying ‘yes’ to more opportunities.
Back in March, a friend of mine (only the super amazing Rachael from Made From Scratch!!) text me one day as I was walking the streets of Parsons Green in London. A dozen texts back and forward later, Rachael mentioned I should book a trip and go and see her in her current home, Paris. I promised I’d look at flights, and felt a flutter of excitement. Sitting on my sofa that evening, I looked at flight costs on Skyscanner and trawled through available Airbnb’s. I felt a knot of worry, and thoughts along the lines of ‘maybe I shouldn’t go’, ‘I shouldn’t be spending this money’, and so on and so forth. That anxious feeling that’s as familiar to me as breathing.
And then I booked my flight. And my Airbnb (it was this one in Montmartre btw, if you’re looking for a gorgeous place to stay). I text Rachael and I told her I was coming to see her in Paris the following week. Yes, that quickly. I just did it, I felt the fear and did it anyway. And boy am I glad I did.
I booked to stay in Paris for two nights. Rachael met me at the station near my accommodation, and we went for lunch at a cute little Parisian bistro whilst I waited for my apartment to be ready. We wandered the city together that day, talking and sharing stories, stopping off at a rooftop bar in a hotel, just in time for sunset with a view of the Eiffel Tower. We ate Vietnamese for dinner and I walked home past The Moulin Rouge.
The very next day we met in Montmartre for coffee, and ambled through French streets towards a gluten free cafe, where we ate the most amazing bread and cakes. The day was perfect, the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Following a stop at some lovely stores, we bought popsicles and ate them on a park bench whilst gazing at Notre Dame Cathedral. When our legs had rested, we continued on towards one of the department stores that has the most amazing view of Paris. We of course took a million photos, and then decided dinner was a good idea and finished the evening with gluten free burgers, and an Uber home.
On my final day, I dropped my bag at Rachael’s apartment and we walked through parks and pretty streets, stopping for a bite to eat before, and then climbing the stairs of the Arc de Triomphe, followed by one final photo session in front of the Eiffel Tower. Collecting my bag and jumping on the train to the airport I was so happy I’d felt that fear, and gone to Paris anyway. I wouldn’t have three days of lovely memories if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have eaten the most delicious gluten free burger I’ve ever tasted, or laughed and chatted with Rachael if I’d chosen to stay put in London.
I’m off to the Greek Islands in the morning. A friend invited me. I felt the fear. I worried about money and work and everything in between. And then I booked my flight. I’m doing it anyway.
And when I’m back I promise to share some of those gluten free cafes I found in Paris, they are too good to keep them a secret!
Until then x