The (belated) Birthday Week edition of the Present Perfect is here! In addition to procrastinating this post, I celebrated my birthday last Monday; while turning 29 was a little scary, I have ultimately concluded that it will be fine. Just keep repeating it over and over, 29 and feeling fine. 29 and feeling fine.
Despite that conclusion, 29 is weird. I don’t feel any older than I did when I was 25 or even 21 for that matter, but now I am suddenly an age that sounds very ‘grown-up.’ 29 sounds like I should have a 401k and a retirement plan (editors note: those might be the same thing, but I wouldn’t know). 29 sounds like I should have seen the dentist in the last few years or maybe be a homeowner or at least just not still be in income-based repayment status on my student loans. But then, something strange and miraculous happens, every time I talk to my older friends, they always tell me how young 29 is. “Oh, but you’re just a baby.” “You have so much life to live.” “Just wait until you’re 40.” I wonder if this feeling ever goes away. Is there one day where, finally, you wake up and you really feel like the age you are and feel happy to be that age? Or, are we always staring down the barrel of the neverending vortex that eventually comes for all of us, time? I promise I’m fine.
Regardless, of this yearly existential crisis, I have really big things planned for 29. I have incredible people in my life who love and support me and I am living in a city that some people only dream of visiting, so here goes nothing- bring it on 29.
The darling Alicia Yarrish came to Paris a few months ago and I had the good fortune to meet up with her for a little sunset photoshoot and a lovely dinner in Montmartre. Getting these photos back today was such a happy surprise. There were many funny things happening on the ground this day, as you can see in the picture. You should check her out if you are in the market for a European photographer (she’s based in Germany with her cute family!) Follow her on Instagram here.
I have mentioned before that I have an internship with Marissa over at Rue Rodier and this week, two articles that I co-wrote with her went live.
Please take a few minutes to check them out if you are looking for some new reading material and enjoy books about Paris, or are looking for a fun interview with a unique-chic entrepreneur in Paris.
The ‘1-minute’ rule. I saw this idea on BuzzFeed. The premise is simple: if a task or chore will take less than 1 minute, just do it immediately.
I am a messy human. I attribute this, probably erroneously, to having a creative brain. It bounces from idea to idea and from task to task faster than my body can keep up and so I leave a tornado of ‘stuff’ in my wake. My mom always says that she can tell exactly what I’ve done all day just by looking at the state of my room or our house when I’m home. It’s like Blues Clues or if ‘If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.” You can follow the chain reaction of how my brain works based on what is left out around the house. Scissors in the kitchen from opening something, dishes on the counter from baking a cake, shoes by the door from needing to go out and buy a supply quickly, coat and scarf on the chair from coming back with said supply… you get the idea. Anyway, this plan seemed manageable. If you see something that will require just 1 minute to fix, put away, clean, complete – just do it. In theory, things don’t pile up, tasks get completed and there is more time on Saturday/Sunday (my cleaning days) to do things I like. I only started this a few days ago, but I am already really liking it. It seems so easy but it is so NOT how my brain works that it is still novel to me, but I’m enjoying taking my dish to the sink and washing it quickly, knowing that I will not have to devote 10 minutes to washing dishes in the future. Yes, please.
out on the town…
Monday, to celebrate my birthday, I finally got to check out Pink Mamma AND their speakeasy, No Entry. Complete with the most amazing pizza and dessert, fun cocktails with a cute spinner menu and kooky details, this was the perfect place to ring in 29.
Thursday, Martyn and I went to go see Franglish, Paul Taylor’s stand up comedy special. If you speak both French and English, you have to go see it. It was really relatable for anglophones living abroad in Paris and just really funny in general. Must love swearing.
Saturday, we went to see Macbeth at the Odeon Theatre. It was interesting and I really enjoyed being back at the theatre – going to see Shakespeare in French was maybe a bit of a lofty goal for us, it was a bit difficult to follow at times, but that could be the language, the acting, the Shakespeare in general, who knows. It felt right in my soul to be back at the theatre (and what an insanely gorgeous theatre) and only reaffirmed to me that 29 is the year I get back to my passions. (Too much? Nevermind, don’t care)