fresh fruit at the market
bruce dressed up Matheiu like a little french man!
me and my nephew
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling a bit anxious. I didn't want to go back to Los Angeles. It was a 15 hour flight and well, it was interrupting my year sabbatical. I checked-in online and printed out my boarding passes, said goodbye to the dogs, cat and chickens and got in the car to head the Toulouse Airport (1 1/2 hour drive). About 5 minutes into the trip I looked at Bruce and said "I really don't want to go", I was completely serious. Something inside me, in my gut told me not to go.
I have never had that feeling before and I used to fly 3-4 times a week for years when I was a "suit". But something said "don't go" I felt guilty, it's not like me to make plans like this and then at the last minute change my mind. All the kids and parents knew I was coming, E&K had their guestroom all set up for me and our staff was waiting for my return. But I couldn't go. The studio is doing great, the kids are happy, the parents are happy, summer camps are almost full, we have a weekly conference call with Travis to talk about things so we can stay up to date and as hands-on as possible from France...it's OK if I don't go. So we turned the car around and headed home. I was so relieved. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful, understanding, non-judgemental husband, he's the best!
This morning I woke up in France and I was happy. We have had a wonderful day today, it's 70 and sunny and warm and so peaceful here in our petite maison in the forest. I actually laid in the sun and read a book for a few hours only hearing 1 car pass on the road below us in that time. The only thing you here are busy bees and singing birds, very different from what I would have heard in Los Angeles.
This is where I belong now. Soon I will go back to LA, but not now.
