identity.

It sounds silly to say that a TED Talk my mom and I listened to on NPR changed my life. Maybe thats an exaggeration. But for all intents and purposes, Meg Jays TED Talk ‘Why 30 is not the new 20’ got me to do some serious thinking about my own life.

If you want to travel in your 20’s, do it. Learn a language? YES. Launch a startup. Absolutely.

But whatever you choose, be mindful of it.

Basically what I got out of this is to be bold, take risks and not be afraid to fail in your twenties, because once you hit your thirties, those mistakes and those risks are a lot harder to recover from.

About a year ago I was dating someone I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We talked about having kids, what kind of parents we’d be, our careers, about the dream house we’d build someday…and like a lot of things, it didn’t work out. I read a great quote a few weeks ago that describes my mental state almost to a T, “People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering which is familiar.” I was making myself miserable holding onto something that was dead. Cliche as it sounds, I had lost my identity to my relationship. Everything I was, everything I thought I wanted in life was tied up with one person. It’s pretty common. Because I had been leaning on this relationship for so long, I didn’t realize how much of myself I had lost in it. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. My impending identity crisis landed me in a cardiologist office with heart problems and severe anxiety, a Xanax prescription and the suggestion that I see a therapist. Like anything, time helps. Earlier this month, I finally cut the cord of the toxic relationship that I had been grasping onto for 4 tumultuous years. It was a little like ripping a band-aid off; it stung at first but I finally feel free.

Breakfast Club wisdom

Breakfast Club wisdom

In Meg Jay’s book, The Defining Decade, she talks about all these  twentysomethings that are having an ‘identity crisis’. Thats where I was every other week through the last 10 months. On the couch with a bottle of wine and a Pizza Hut dinner box, watching Dr.Phil wallowing a supposed sense of failure. Failure to land a job right after graduation. Failure to keep my relationship together. The fact that I went through college and still didn’t know what I want to do with my life. Not studying abroad. I felt like I had failed myself. And maybe I did, but I couldn’t let it consume my life. I loved the advice that Jay gives during her TED Talk from her book..

“Forget about having an identity crisis and get some identity capital…Do something that adds value to who you are. Do something that’s an investment in who you might want to be next.”

Maybe I sound crazy but my mom said it best when she said, “You’re 22 years old. You’re single. You don’t have kids. You have nothing holding you here.” But she’s right. If I settle for something now, wouldn’t I be doing a disservice to myself? If I’ve learned anything in life its that the only regrets I have are the chances I didn’t take, the adventures I didn’t have, and the things I never said.

While I know that I could be extremely happy settling down and having a career and a family here, I know that deep down its not what’s going to fulfill me. My time to be a wife and soccer mom will come, but for now? Its time for an adventure. I don’t know where I’m going yet, but I figure instead of knocking on a few doors, if I just lean on all of them…one of them is bound to open.

To my parents, Mike and Jayne, my best friends Margaret, Savannah, Kady, and Kate, my sister in law Katie, and everyone else who has been there to support me and guide me through the last year…Thank you for your constant love. I couldn’t have done it without you!

xoxo/paige

Being Toursity, more eating, and my new French Boyfriend.

Eiffel Tower, Paris, France.

Eiffel Tower, Paris, France.

Bonjour from another amazing day in the city of Love!

We’ve really packed a lot into the last couple of days and I can’t remember the last time my calves looked so good thanks to all the walking we’ve been doing…seriously though, legs.of.steel.

Thursday we ventured to the 7th and 8th, which is where the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe sit. I’ll let you in on a slightly embarrassing secret. When we arrived at the Eiffel Tower, I was so happy that all of my childhood dreams were finally becoming reality that I cried a little. TEARS OF HAPPINESS! The tower itself is nothing short of amazing, pictures could really never do it justice. Tourism is at an all time high this year in Paris, which meant that there were literally ten gagillion people plus ourselves at the tower so we didn’t venture up to the viewing deck but did enjoy some wonderful melon and mango gelato on the lawns enjoying the view. Its something that I can’t put into words, or capture on film. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl and the pure, incandescent happiness I felt was second to none. This trip has truly been a dream come true!

We packed quite a bit into Thursday come to think of it; after the Eiffel Tower, we walked to Hôtel National des Invalides which is now a French war history museum AND the coolest part – is where Napoleon Bonaparte is entombed. Let me tell you, when I die, I want to be entombed in a national monument like his. Its no joke. I posted some pictures of it on Facebook, but like many of the sights in Paris, pictures just don’t do it justice. Originally, Les Invalides was a home/hospital for aged or unwell soldiers, much like a veterans association of the 19th century.

Thursday night after cruising the River Seine back to The Marais where our apartment is located, we had a dinner reservation at Chez Janou which happens to be just down the street from the apartment. We’re running late as usual but luckily the maitre ‘d squeezed us into a little table near the bar. I had THE BEST mussels I’ve ever had for my appetizer, duck with sauteed new potatoes and mushroom for my main course, and an incredible crème brûlée for dessert. Oh and this was on top of our already bottle and a glass of wine. Needless to say, the dinner was a highlight of my trip.

This is also where I met my French Bartender Boyfriend. Who is also the maitre ‘d. Who I also took shots with at the bar. Oh, wait, what? I am completely in love with Marco. Or whatever his name is. I call him Marco. After we were finished with dinner and just about to leave, he said, “Not yet mademoiselle!” And beckoned me over to the bar…usually a bad idea.  I can never say no to free drinks. My aunt had already gone outside, so Marco and I toasted and took shots of what turned out to be one of the best french liquors I’ve ever had. As I’m swooning over my new french lover, he asks if I live in Paris, and where I’m from and all that…at this point, I’m feeling like I had a bottle of wine and am planning my French wedding to this perfect stranger in my head. Its fine. My aunt wanders back in and Marco pours another round…I just took shots with my aunt. She’s awesome. Lets just say I went to bed dreaming of my new life with my new french husband. After all, this is the city of love 😉

Friday! We woke up exhausted. Add up the miles and miles of walking we’d done in the past few days, and the full days we’d packed in and it was time for a break. So Friday, instead of heading to Versailles like we had originally planned we wandered around the Latin quarter near the University. This was the day that I really felt like a parisian..we wandered around the Pantheon, got a ‘take away’ lunch at La Croissanterie and ate our lunch in the Luxembourg Gardens.

One of my new favorite things (besides everything and anything to do with pastries), thank you France, are soft boiled eggs. OH. MY. GOSH. Its like a hard boiled egg. But the center is gooey. I’m in love. However, making those bad boys is going to take some practice. So far I am 0-3.

Also Friday, we visited the Shakespeare & Co. bookstore – many famous authors (such as Ernest Hemingway) have stayed there to work on their masterpieces.

I feel like I could go on and on! Oh Paris..this has been wonderful.

More tomorrow!

XOXO

Almost being kidnapped, croissants, and a lot of walking.

Hello everyone! I promised my family (ok my mom..) that i would update them on my trip and all of my adventures, and I figured that instead of sharing every story 100 times I’ll just write it all on my blog and then you can all read about my crazy adventures! OK so France…

As most of you know the last few weeks I’ve been really busy packing, moving from Spokane to Enumclaw, ending one job, starting an internship…pretty busy to say the least. Getting to Paris proved to be just as hectic if not worse. Getting on and off the plane was the easy part. Once I got off the plane and through customs I took the Metro from the airport to downtown Paris. From this big metro, I had to somehow navigate the huge station, Gare du Norde with my broken French, looking like a deer in the headlights. I quickly get overwhelmed and decide, “Taxis are cheap too!” and run outside to get a taxi…a driver quotes me 45 euro….which is about $60 american dollars to take me less than 15 minutes away. Oh heayalll no.

I run back inside the Metro station where I proceed to stand in the longest line ever for a ticket for the metro that I need to take. This is where the ‘napping’ almost occurs.

I’m patiently waiting in line playing Candy Crush on my phone when two Frenchmen come up behind me to stand in line. I’ve been warned of pickpockets and carefully keep my eyes on my bags as I continue to stand there…then I accidentally make eye contact…oh jeeze. Then they start speaking in French to me and all my poor, dazed and confused self can muster out in French is “Parlez-vous anglais, monsieur?”

Of course they don’t.

Then they try and convince me, through a myriad of hand signals and French words that I know and understand that they can get me there and hand me a Metro ticket. FOOLISHLY but in the back of my mind thinking it was shady, I follow them halfway across the station before I get the feeling I’m making a bad choice. I follow them through the Metro gate and they offer to carry my bags, one asks to see my phone, and when I tell them I need to exchange my money for euros they offer to trade me their Euros for my dollars – and then try to give me 70 euro for my $200 American dollars. Ok, sketchy dudes…had about enough of ya.

Eventually, I get some money exchanged at the exchange and tell them in my horrendous broken French that I am getting a Taxi – thinking they’ll leave me alone. Nope. They follow me outside. I quickly spot the first taxi I can see and ask the driver if he can take me to Rue du Foin in The Marais…he asks in French if its the three of us, I quickly say, “non, juste moi”. I’m pretty sure the cab driver sensed the near panic in my voice and could tell these French creeps were starting to scare me and he started yelling at them while basically pushing me in the cab saying in his best english, “Madame, stay in taxi.” I then witnessed an intense yelling match between the two frenchmen and the taxi driver who was then joined with two other men, a police officer and a bystander. One man asked if I still had all of my belongings, my wallet, passport, iPhone..thankfully I did. Come to find out, these two are notorious pick pockets and after I shared my story with the cab driver and the police officer, they told me that I am very lucky I wasn’t robbed or kidnapped.

Welcome to France, Paige.

Other than that the trip has been wonderful. I’ve eaten my body weight in croissants at this pâtisserie called PAUL. I’ll never be able to eat an American version again. I’ve shamelessly been eating my way through the city it seems…our first day was spent enjoying white wine my aunt bought in the Loire Valley – French wine country, eating Jewish falafel (pronounced Fell-al-fel), gelato, street food (chicken, tomato and lettuce on a baguette), and my first authentic French Onion Soup…America, you’re doing it wrong.

Today was spent touring Notre Dame and Musee du Louvre. Notre Dame was simply breathtaking. It gave me chills to be in there, especially when the organ started playing and you could hear the bells in the tower. Its now officially on my bucket list to attend a Christmas Eve Mass at Notre Dame someday.

The Louvre was also incredible! Aside from the building being an absolute work of art in itself, I got to see the Mona Lisa, the Michelangelo, The Napolean apartments, countless Vermeers, the statue of Aphrodite, a statue of Ramesses III…and a million other artifacts, pieces of history, art..you name it.

Tomorrow we venture to the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe!

Bonne nuit 🙂

xoxo Paige