Doux Comme Miel

I wanted to take a quick minute to write something because I started this blog to be an “open diary” of sorts, but I haven’t had a chance to say anything for the last couple of days.

It feels like March is getting intense, even though maybe from the outside everything still appears calm in my life. Internally I’m screaming, over the news, over the changes in my life, over the work I need to get done.

Even with all that, compared to my friends it seems like my life is much less chaotic. 

To cope I’ve been taking in as much sun as I can while we have it, because in Paris the sun is never promised. Looking at the weather for next week we will probably get only rain and fall back into the normal Parisian depression. 

I’m trying SO HARD to not get upset over the American news and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to not catastrophize the future when it seems so clear to me that the United States is rapidly descending into full on fascism. I don’t even know if we can say it’s descending still it’s fucking HERE. 

But for the time being at least my life in Paris is still extremely sweet. One of my bffs calls me every morning. The others are regularly in contact. I talk to my mom every day. I still have plenty to eat and I’m warm and dry every night. 

I started a substack to share some stories. I think it will be a different vibe than the one I want to have here. But who knows? I feel strangely inspired in the face of all the calamity. Maybe this is my coping mechanism? What is that saying… “When the going gets tough, the tough get going?” 

Maybe the going wasn’t tough enough for me before ahaha. So annoying for me to only be motivated in the face of hardship and not when I have plenty of time and space to be creative. 

So that’s it. My petit update. If you’ve liked all my posts so far, please consider subscribing! I will take all of the encouragement I can get. 

Bisous 

Honey