One of my greatest personal struggles is taking risks. As a lifelong perfectionist, I worry so much about failure that I sometimes forget that there is much to be learned from life's flops.
This year, I am striving to be more fearless, to worry less. I hope that I can learn to take risks and appreciate how I grow as result.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
As the French might say, Pink Frenchie,
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Falling in love poses the greatest risk, Pink Frenchie, but offers the greatest rewards.
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