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Because I usually am in Vino ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In 2009, I gave up my studies as a medievalist and musician, left my home, my family, my life and moved to Provence in southern France for a guy. In 2012, I moved away from him to study wine. Today, I'm a vagabond sommelier working in Paris at one of the oldest and most famous restaurants in the world, struggling to find some purpose to what I deem the rest of my life. I'm still married and after 8 10 years, I'm still trying to fit-in with French life and culture and to understand why the French are the way they are. Because they're weird in a different way that I think Americans are weird. Perhaps it's me who's weird. |
| Did you know that you can eat zucchini (better known as courgette in the rest of the world) raw? This was one of the first things I learned when I moved to France. Forget the language or any social skills. I learned about zucchini. My MIL was cutting up vegetable to have with a dip and I saw the zucchini sitting on the plate. I couldn't conceive of eating them raw so I asked her what they were and was so surprised when she told me they were zucchini and yes, it was totally possible to eat them without first cooking them. Until that moment, I had never eaten a zucchini raw. I'm making pizza with zucchini on top. That's why this story came to mind. So to recap what I did yesterday vs what I had planned. Run  Yoga Writing Sleep for three hours in the middle of the afternoon I did actually write though it was close to midnight. I started a story based on a prompt that I've continued this morning. I'm now 2000 words in. I'm not going to say more because yes, I'm feeling superstitious and don't want to talk about it. I also played oboe this morning. It didn't go so well. The muscles associated with oboe playing are quite angry with me. That includes the brain muscles required to pay attention to the music and coordinate finger/tongue/face movements. So I only played about 25 minutes total, but it's better than nothing. That's all I have today I suppose. My husband is starting to catch on to the fact that my constant fatigue and sleeping is unnatural. He asked me what I did yesterday and I said "You didn't notice that I was sleeping from lunch until 5:30pm?" He used to say it was because my job took a lot out of me and I used to agree with him - in part. But I haven't worked in two months and I try to stay active. So what's the excuse now? It's nice out today. I'm going to run later. A lot of people are sitting by the river quai in small clumps drinking and being social. Most aren't wearing masks. But I don't really mind. They are spaced far apart and the more people that are around the less chance I have of being harassed by the idiots that are by the river all the time because they don't want any witnesses. This is the south of France, so they are all kind of judgey but it's a small price to pay for a quiet run free of sexual harassment. That's one thing I miss about running in Paris. Just being one of the faceless running masses. |
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I think it's awesome that you're using that negative experience to get creative. It's hard not to just wallow when those things happen. I use a paper journal for most of my actual coping process too, but I do share bits and pieces on WDC as well.
Might try a short story a day instead. Stay safe. 
