Hey, I neglected my blog again for several weeks. This morning, while having my coffee, I suddenly wanted to come and rest here for a bit. To talk about everything and especially nothing. Well yes, real life. What does the start of the 2020 school year in a privileged Parisian family look like? (It's me or are we at the limit of a catchy title worthy of M6?)
Jingles
Coffee already. He has changed too. Still equipped with the eco-responsible Malongo Ek'Oh machine made in France but with pods all the same, we recently fell for this piston machine:since then, every morning, I have two cups of coffee, quietly, while doing my night before. on social networks (that's the official excuse, in real life I hang out on instagram like all community managers, it's well known).
They put the heating back on in the building at the end of September. I found it early, it's cooler but I like not to be too hot to sleep.
I had my parents on the phone, in their South, red zone, but they don't have to wear the mask all the time yet. They are fine. I am tempted to go see them during the holidays. But this damn virus… get tested first? Knowing that it takes 7 days in Paris to get a result... I would have plenty of time to catch it in the meantime! Do not go there as a precaution... my parents are not fans of the idea, they want to see us, you can imagine... no kisses, maximum barrier gestures during the stay? It's a bit like what we did this summer with the children when we spent a few days there... it's repeated. Or not.
Damn period. Come on, I leave the platitudes. I think I still don't really realize what's been going on since March and yet it's impossible to escape it:confinement, canceled travel plans, parents to protect, friends affected, mask all day, the daily life of teenagers in particular are more than disturbed. What a comeback! 15 and a half years old, she arrives in a new establishment for high school, she doesn't know anyone, they are all hidden behind masks, but of course it's complicated! Of course I understand (for once ah ah ah)... but our kids are strong (I'm talking about our children to all, this Covid generation...), they adapt, they bend (more or less) to the rules, they get it, get on with it, but I can't help but compare, tell myself it must be horrible, rage over what they're "put through" (yes, for a good cause, I know... I'm reasonable, but all the same, there are questions to be asked. It's good to ask yourself precisely)
And then there are those who continue to get excited about completely stupid subjects. Follow my gaze or not in the end, do as I do:ignore the useless, the harmful, the silly, the toxic, the bad… let them lose their energy, it gives them importance. It's beyond me all that, these useless debates while real social issues are completely left aside (hello, ecology, defending the rights of mutilated, beaten women...) Oh that, we like to debate on the length of skirts and t-shirts and after making us homeschool for 3 months, we decide, unconstitutionally (I put it) to remove the IEF (Family Instruction). Ah, how interesting it is to meddle in the lives of others who don't bother us in any way, gay couples, those who seek to welcome a child just to love him to death... Definitely, if people could take care of their own lives and not those of others. Come on, I'm stopping the speech to Miss France. Yes I'm annoyed, yes, I believed in the "next world" too and yes I'm going to be 45 (December 6th, please note) and I intend to stop to be eaten by third parties and useless subjects.
I started in August with Ludivine, a great woman whom I highly recommend (long live the consultations by zoom ), looking for my Ikigai .
Ikigai (生き甲斐) is the Japanese equivalent of "joie de vivre" and "purpose"
I talked about it on instagram (come follow me, I'm more present there) a few times. This personal reflection is not trivial. It adds to a path of refocusing and anchoring that I took several months ago now. The effects of everything I put in place are insane. I feel so much better. So good (as long as it lasts). Even if reading me above you may think that I am depressed from the context, in truth, now, I allow myself to have these soft shots, I accept them. Thus, they pass more quickly, they no longer do any damage to my morale in the medium and long term), they do not upset my crazy daily rhythm.
Yeah because that doesn't have changed masses, huh. Only change:I now work all the time from home. We clearly save time, that's obvious, and I'm delighted not to have to wear the mask all day (#privileged)
Vacations already. The 1st set is already over. 6-0 like for Djoko?! The 13 year old left Monday for the week with his class, I'm so glad the trip hasn't been canceled yet. We are well aware that we are lucky. He therefore takes advantage of the rain in the Basque Country (oh that's ok, it's prettier than the Parisian rain). The soon to be 16 year old (kill me) brought us 3 or 4 excellent grades, it starts off strong, it's a huge victory for us and a big relief (as long as it lasts again), the Second is really a milestone . Just like the 6th was (but in the wrong way for us AH AH). She is starting a double degree in English in parallel. We had a good laugh with the 1st assignment. I did not understand anything, even once translated into French. AH AH AH at least we giggled together, and that was good.
I hope you are all (and all) well. Take care of yourself. Here it pays. Food (I definitely kicked 80% of the "sugar yuck"), sports, self-reflection and introspection. Always very simple for "beauty" products:my vegetable oils do wonders for my skin and my wallet.
OH MY GOD I have become a real bobo. Ah no phew it's fine, I don't meditate (yet)
Memory of a September weekend spent in Honfleur with a member of our family, dear to our hearts, who needed to see the sea to gain strength and fight against a bloody crab.
