A long weekend in Paris

A long weekend in Paris

The new thing in travel? Ditching your kid(s) with your parents or in-laws and heading to Paris for a long weekend. Before Andrew and I went, I solicited addresses from a handful of friends and acquaintances. Since then, a few other traveling parent-friends have requested ideas on where to go and what to do on their own Paris jailbreaks. Et voila.

What am I doing??

What am I doing??

It’s been seven months since I left my full-time job and jumped into freelance. If you’ve followed this (sporadic) blog or my social channels (what? You’re not! Get on it! @GodILoveParis and/or @amythomas.nyc ) you’ll know that I’ve been thrilled with my decision.

New beginnings, six months in

New beginnings, six months in

One of the reasons I left my full-time job last spring was to rebalance my brain power.

I was in a job that was too draining, physically, mentally and emotionally. I wrote down a quote (can’t remember where I saw or heard it) that said:

“We have a finite amount of fuel to sustain/propel us—how do we spend our energy? If this is more important to me, what I can do to make it happen?”

Summah

Summah

What a bummah when signs of summer’s end are near. The sun is setting earlier. It’s grey and damp instead of bright and blue. You actually need the duvet at night. 

New York enjoys a nice little micro-climate and I like to think that summer easily extends all the way through September. Even so, I’m conscious of every day and the warmth and activities that I associate with my favorite time of the year.