Happy Monday, friends. Hope you had a great and regenerating weekend.
As it turns out, this 4Q will be pretty intense as far as work and play -so it has been during the past years. I can't wait to share here with you all the excitement.
In the meantime, I've been thinking lately about this first 'defining' moment, a life landmark if you will: When I was four years old, my mother took me to Paris. I got so impressed by the beauty of the city. Thirty one years later, I still remember how, towards the end of that trip, I was secretly wishing to be back in time, like a week or so, so I could re-live the whole experience again. That was the first time I felt that way.
As much as I always think that the best is yet to come and I'm not necessarily nostalgic about the past, that 'four-year-old girl's sentiment' has always been a reference for me, especially when travelling. And since I sense that, by the end of November, I'll be having a lot of those, I thought I'd write about it now. My goal? Well, I want to savour the pre-game weeks -from today to the end of this month- as much as possible, thinking that at the end of November, I'll be wishing to be back at this precise moment, when I'm wrapping up this Monday post.
I guess that it all comes down to living in the moment, right?
I'm curious, have you ever wanted to be back in time so that you could re-live experiences? Or is it just me being a total over-thinker, as usual? ;)
Have a great week!