Joie de Vivre

For those of you who know me, you know that in my world... anything French is the cream of the crop and it's that simple. Joie de vivre is one of my favorite French phrases and it literally means "a keen enjoyment of life".... obviously interpreted several different ways in the French language and used fairly often. A cheerful enjoyment of life; an exultation of spirit. It's one of those phrases that just resonates with you over and over again... it's like, hey- don't forget the mementos of your life and- you're losing sight of what's important.

Lately I've really been trying not to get hung up on any of the "little things" but you know that's like saying "it's not personal, it's business" to someone who just took something very personally.... easier said than done. Sometimes I get caught up in my own decisions, the details of an unpredictable matter or a simple fate that I may be unwilling to let steer. There's always a grounding reminder for me that brings things back into perspective; at the end of the day... I am an intelligent, classy, and well educated woman who just so happens to say f**k a lot. (yup, it's true).

Last weekend I got a little bit of Beantown back in my life and it felt really good... I don't ever want to get so comfortable in myself and my surroundings that I don't feel the need to just get up and go, travel, live more.

Don't worry, the post is on it's way with plenty of pictures that don't even warrant captions. It's beginning to feel a lot like summer around here and it's a little premature. I felt as if we skipped spring until today, the temperature dropped almost 10 degrees and there is just a cool cool moist feeling over the city. The city- that concrete jungle that we live in. I am happy to be in it this weekend.