Sometimes I just get the urge to write and it becomes an uncontrollable itch that must be scratched. And although every day here in Paris is an adventure, I've decided to dedicate this blog post to some of the thoughts bouncing around my head.
"You are the author of your own life story." This simple saying that I'm sure is sick and tired of being embroidered on throw pillows and vinyled onto distressed wooden placards is one that I stand firmly behind. I have never, not even for a second, thought that anyone else could decide what was going to happen in my life. But sometimes, I feel as though it would be easier to hand the pen over to someone else. Jane Austen, perhaps. Maybe J.K. Rowling. There are times when I am certain that just about anyone could do a better job writing my story than I can, but unfortunately, the pen seems to be stuck in my hand. My story is incapable of being written by anyone other than myself. And if the pen really is mightier than the sword, well then I suppose it is time to learn how to wield this powerful tool.
I feel as though for the large majority of my life, I simply went through the motions. I lived out the exposition of my story, where the characters were introduced and the setting was revealed. Day after day I went through the motions of going to school and going to work and doing the things which were expected of me. I'll be the first to admit that it was a pretty dry exposition. Not to say I didn't have a good upbringing, because believe me, I have the fondest memories from those years. But it wasn't until I went to college that I really felt the power I held over my life.
Suddenly decisions became mine. If I didn't want to go to class, I didn't have to. If I wanted to eat Doritos and Oreos for dinner, there was no one there to stop me. It was a crazy freedom that I took advantage of, yet somehow, I missed the point of the privilege completely. Although I felt like I was taking control of my life, I was often frustrated by the pieces that seemed to be missing. I wore myself out trying to mold my life into the perfect story. I had an image of how things was supposed to go and was discouraged when I found my circumstances veering away from that vision. As a slightly OCD perfectionist obsessed with having a plan, it was hard to let go of that control and realize that I just needed a little patience--something I was severely lacking in.
Patience is not an easy thing to develop and I'm not going to pretend like I have mastered the virtue. But I have developed a new perspective and a new approach to writing out my life story. There are simply things that I cannot change. No matter how hard I try to write a Mr. Darcy into my story or how long I wait for my acceptance to Hogwarts to come (I'm sure it just got really lost in the mail), I can't do anything but wait. It can be infuriating, reading through an entire book waiting for the couple to get together or for the bad guy to lose, but if those things happened in the beginning, the rest of the book wouldn't be worth reading.
As much as it totally sucks accepting the fact that life isn't going to go exactly as I want, it's actually quite fun realizing that there is so much to my story that I do have control over. Sloughing class and prematurely giving myself diabetes is only scratching the surface of the things I can decide for myself. My life doesn't have to be a predictable cliché, nor does it have to be an action packed adventure novel. That's the beauty of it. I get to choose. And each chapter gets to be different. I can take as many twists and turns as I want, transitioning from one chapter to the next in this crazy thing called life. [Personally, I am a fan of the chapter in my life where I decide to move to Paris on a whim.]
So my advice to you would be to accept the things in your life that you can't change and change the things in your life that you can't accept. Don't let anyone else tell you how your story is supposed to go because nobody gets to decide that except for you. Because after all, you are the author of your own life story. Now go out there and write a story worth reading....or better yet, a story worth LIVING.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
A is for...awesome.
Because bad days happen. Even in France.
It's funny, just the other day, as I was strolling down the street on a beautiful autumn day, the Eiffel Tower looming ahead of me, cute little French children outside laughing and playing, I thought to myself "I really do not think it is possible for a bad day to happen in France." Yeah, I definitely should not have thought that! Because yesterday, my day was comical, it was so awful!
Our story begins Monday (yesterday) morning. That's a bad sign already. I mean, Mondays are bad enough as it is, I definitely did not need everything to go awry. Anyway, my alarm goes off Monday morning at 6:45 and I pick up my phone and think "NOPE, doing my hair today isn't THAT important" and promptly silence my phone--first making sure I did indeed have another alarm set for 7:00 and quickly fell back asleep. However, it was not the familiar and annoying sound of my cell phone that woke me up....in fact, I just woke up on my own. "I have definitely been asleep for more than 15 minutes...." You all know that feeling of panic shooting through your body when you wake up late, yeah? Well I was FREAKING OUT, especially when I grabbed my phone only to find that it was DEAD! Yeah...it died in the FIFTEEN MINUTES between my alarms...how convenient.... Not having another clock in my room to reference, I scramble to find my watch and jump out of bed realizing that I have to leave for class in less than half an hour. Awesome.
Well, luckily, the metros were running smoothly and I somehow made it to class on time. And really, class was not that bad...well besides being STARVING due to missing breakfast. But my day was turning out pretty well until I got to my religion class. K religion is just rough. It's MONDAY AFTERNOON for one thing. Who can focus on a Monday afternoon? And then it's one of the only times during the week that everyone in the study abroad program is actually together so we don't want to sit still and quiet for two hours...we want to socialize because that's what college students do best! Add in the fact that all 17 of us (plus the teacher) are crammed into a room that really isn't meant for more than probably 10 people MAX plus free wifi compliments of the institute and there's really just no chance of focusing (but I'm trying my best Mom!! ^^)
But as rough as that class is, it really wasn't going too bad until Kailey nudges me and asks what time our train leaves for London in a few weeks. (K side note: I'M GOING TO LONDON AT THE END OF THIS MONTH!!! And so we could have tickets together, I bought my, Kailey's and Spencer's train tickets there, and Kailey bought our tickets back). So I pull up my confirmation email to check the departure time and my heart sinks. We're definitely leaving on the 30th of October, yet for some reason, the tickets that I purchased were for the 23rd....awesome. Oh yeah, and see that "Non-Flexible" there at the top of the confirmation? Yeah that means you're SCREWED!! No big deal....they were just $100 tickets that I bought...for the wrong date....yeah so that was an awesome realization. Alex for the win.
After class, because I don't really feel like socializing anymore, I just head home. PRAYING the whole way that somehow I can fix my stupid, stupid mistake. When I get home I compose an email to the train company explaining what happened and send it off. (I can't call them or talk to them in person because hi, I don't speak French. Awesome.)
Oh yeah, and then there was that issue with my phone dying that I needed to deal with. I have a portable charger so I charged my phone during class but by the time I had arrived home, it was pretty close to dead again. WHY?!?! It's not like I use it during the day! I don't even have service! So I plug it in to charge and NOTHING happens!! Okay, maybe there's a short in the cord. That's fine. I brought an extra. So I switch the cords out aaaaaand NOTHING! Awesome. My phone can just be dead for the next two months. No big deal. Luckily, my amazing roommate Lauren let me borrow her charger and lo and behold, hers will actually charge my phone!
So after all that, Lauren suggests we go for a run. YES! Not only did I need to work off the crap I have been eating here, but I seriously just needed some fresh air. So we change our clothes and head out to the beautiful park by our house for a run. When we are A MILE AND A HALF AWAY FROM OUR HOUSE the heavens open up and it starts POURING RAIN!!! Awesome. So we turn around and run back, getting completely soaked (we probably could have washed our hair in this rain) and basically blind from the water and mascara that were pooling in our eyes. We finally get back to the main road and from there it's a short, easy walk home. About ten minutes later, we realize we had NO IDEA where we were. Awesome. Oh and I didn't think it was possible but it actually started raining HARDER once we realized we were lost!
Finally, we found a street we were familiar with. A street that is about half a mile from our house in the opposite direction. How we ended up there, I have no idea! But alas, we made it home, soaked and freezing. We must have been quite the site. I peeled off my wet clothes and treated myself to a hot bath. The day is almost over, it literally cannot get any worse. I was feeling quite a bit better when I went downstairs for dinner. SHRIMP AND MUSSELS!!! I should have known dinner wasn't going to be any better than anything else.
By the time I climbed into bed, I was beyond ready for the day to end. I was stressed, exhausted and ready for a good night's sleep. My phone was charged and at 90% battery life. All of my apps were closed. My alarm was set. And I welcomed the deep sleep that came over me. I did wake up at about 3:00am with the worst headache and sore throat of my life, but other than that, I slept quite well....until Lauren came into my room at 8:05 to wake me up this morning. MY PHONE WAS DEAD AGAIN!!!
Universe: "Good morning Alex, I hope you enjoyed your rotten day. Now lather, rinse and REPEAT!"
Awesome.
Okay, today was definitely a lot better. I haven't heard back from the London train people yet, but my host mother (bless her heart) is going to call the France office and explain what happened for me tomorrow. Kaylie brought me a cord that will [hopefully] actually charge my phone plus she gave me drugs to help me fight my sore throat and any sickness I may have contracted from running in the rain. And I tasted pure happiness in the form of a chocolate cake thing from this AMAZING chocolate shop I found today. Soooo ça va. Life goes on. France is beautiful. And I will never again think about how bad days aren't possible here.
Bisous.
{Because I obviously didn't feel like taking photos yesterday and I feel awful about my lack of photos lately, here are a few completely unrelated photos from my life as of late}
It's funny, just the other day, as I was strolling down the street on a beautiful autumn day, the Eiffel Tower looming ahead of me, cute little French children outside laughing and playing, I thought to myself "I really do not think it is possible for a bad day to happen in France." Yeah, I definitely should not have thought that! Because yesterday, my day was comical, it was so awful!
Our story begins Monday (yesterday) morning. That's a bad sign already. I mean, Mondays are bad enough as it is, I definitely did not need everything to go awry. Anyway, my alarm goes off Monday morning at 6:45 and I pick up my phone and think "NOPE, doing my hair today isn't THAT important" and promptly silence my phone--first making sure I did indeed have another alarm set for 7:00 and quickly fell back asleep. However, it was not the familiar and annoying sound of my cell phone that woke me up....in fact, I just woke up on my own. "I have definitely been asleep for more than 15 minutes...." You all know that feeling of panic shooting through your body when you wake up late, yeah? Well I was FREAKING OUT, especially when I grabbed my phone only to find that it was DEAD! Yeah...it died in the FIFTEEN MINUTES between my alarms...how convenient.... Not having another clock in my room to reference, I scramble to find my watch and jump out of bed realizing that I have to leave for class in less than half an hour. Awesome.
Well, luckily, the metros were running smoothly and I somehow made it to class on time. And really, class was not that bad...well besides being STARVING due to missing breakfast. But my day was turning out pretty well until I got to my religion class. K religion is just rough. It's MONDAY AFTERNOON for one thing. Who can focus on a Monday afternoon? And then it's one of the only times during the week that everyone in the study abroad program is actually together so we don't want to sit still and quiet for two hours...we want to socialize because that's what college students do best! Add in the fact that all 17 of us (plus the teacher) are crammed into a room that really isn't meant for more than probably 10 people MAX plus free wifi compliments of the institute and there's really just no chance of focusing (but I'm trying my best Mom!! ^^)
But as rough as that class is, it really wasn't going too bad until Kailey nudges me and asks what time our train leaves for London in a few weeks. (K side note: I'M GOING TO LONDON AT THE END OF THIS MONTH!!! And so we could have tickets together, I bought my, Kailey's and Spencer's train tickets there, and Kailey bought our tickets back). So I pull up my confirmation email to check the departure time and my heart sinks. We're definitely leaving on the 30th of October, yet for some reason, the tickets that I purchased were for the 23rd....awesome. Oh yeah, and see that "Non-Flexible" there at the top of the confirmation? Yeah that means you're SCREWED!! No big deal....they were just $100 tickets that I bought...for the wrong date....yeah so that was an awesome realization. Alex for the win.
After class, because I don't really feel like socializing anymore, I just head home. PRAYING the whole way that somehow I can fix my stupid, stupid mistake. When I get home I compose an email to the train company explaining what happened and send it off. (I can't call them or talk to them in person because hi, I don't speak French. Awesome.)
Oh yeah, and then there was that issue with my phone dying that I needed to deal with. I have a portable charger so I charged my phone during class but by the time I had arrived home, it was pretty close to dead again. WHY?!?! It's not like I use it during the day! I don't even have service! So I plug it in to charge and NOTHING happens!! Okay, maybe there's a short in the cord. That's fine. I brought an extra. So I switch the cords out aaaaaand NOTHING! Awesome. My phone can just be dead for the next two months. No big deal. Luckily, my amazing roommate Lauren let me borrow her charger and lo and behold, hers will actually charge my phone!
So after all that, Lauren suggests we go for a run. YES! Not only did I need to work off the crap I have been eating here, but I seriously just needed some fresh air. So we change our clothes and head out to the beautiful park by our house for a run. When we are A MILE AND A HALF AWAY FROM OUR HOUSE the heavens open up and it starts POURING RAIN!!! Awesome. So we turn around and run back, getting completely soaked (we probably could have washed our hair in this rain) and basically blind from the water and mascara that were pooling in our eyes. We finally get back to the main road and from there it's a short, easy walk home. About ten minutes later, we realize we had NO IDEA where we were. Awesome. Oh and I didn't think it was possible but it actually started raining HARDER once we realized we were lost!
Finally, we found a street we were familiar with. A street that is about half a mile from our house in the opposite direction. How we ended up there, I have no idea! But alas, we made it home, soaked and freezing. We must have been quite the site. I peeled off my wet clothes and treated myself to a hot bath. The day is almost over, it literally cannot get any worse. I was feeling quite a bit better when I went downstairs for dinner. SHRIMP AND MUSSELS!!! I should have known dinner wasn't going to be any better than anything else.
By the time I climbed into bed, I was beyond ready for the day to end. I was stressed, exhausted and ready for a good night's sleep. My phone was charged and at 90% battery life. All of my apps were closed. My alarm was set. And I welcomed the deep sleep that came over me. I did wake up at about 3:00am with the worst headache and sore throat of my life, but other than that, I slept quite well....until Lauren came into my room at 8:05 to wake me up this morning. MY PHONE WAS DEAD AGAIN!!!
Universe: "Good morning Alex, I hope you enjoyed your rotten day. Now lather, rinse and REPEAT!"
Awesome.
Okay, today was definitely a lot better. I haven't heard back from the London train people yet, but my host mother (bless her heart) is going to call the France office and explain what happened for me tomorrow. Kaylie brought me a cord that will [hopefully] actually charge my phone plus she gave me drugs to help me fight my sore throat and any sickness I may have contracted from running in the rain. And I tasted pure happiness in the form of a chocolate cake thing from this AMAZING chocolate shop I found today. Soooo ça va. Life goes on. France is beautiful. And I will never again think about how bad days aren't possible here.
Bisous.
{Because I obviously didn't feel like taking photos yesterday and I feel awful about my lack of photos lately, here are a few completely unrelated photos from my life as of late}
| After class at the LOUVRE |
| We had a picnic at the Eiffel Tower! |
| Group selfie on the steps of the Madeleine. |
| SELFIE! |
| A cute little Parisian man came by and offered to take our photo! He said we were American models...uuhhh duh. Then he asked if Mormons really had more than one wife.... (they don't). |
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