I’ve not been here around lately. Some of you may have even noticed.
I’ve been feeling a bit like my friend in the picture up there. I‘ve been feeling pooped in Paris.
This city is wonderfully inspiring. It allows many people to reinvent themselves and do things they did not feel able to do before they arrived. I am part of this group and I am a different person for living here.
However, in the excitement of my Parisian life I forgot for a moment that I am still me and that my body is still mine.
Some of you know this, but a little over 10 years ago I started to feel terrible. I eventually had to quit my job and most normal activities, and was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I worked very hard at getting better and 4 years ago this week I was able to resume work and two years ago to start to coach soccer/football.
Coming to Paris has been a treat for me. I feel like it is a little reward for the several years I was in bed. I know it’s cliché but we only live once and I understand that what you have today can be taken away tomorrow. I want to make the most of my luck and opportunities.
I have done that. However, I have to understand that upon entry to the magical island that is Paris, no one is handed a “Super-suit” that makes them impervious to fatigue and illness. I have to understand that, like the several years before coming here, I will have days–and sometimes weeks–where I have to lie low for a while. I have to remember that getting upset about the fact that I am not feeling my best doesn’t do any good. I have to understand that if I take care of myself, I will have good and great days again.
I have a lot of fun writing these posts. If I am absent for a little while it is because I am taking care of myself so I can share more of my Parisian adventures. I am looking forward to it!