 |
| A view from the terrace at My French Folly |
My mind is swimming. Celebrating a significant birthday, returning to work from the summer vacation and enduring a week of searing temperatures in the early to mid forties has taken its toll. I resemble the limp, heat scorched, and now rather tatty, plants in my beloved garden. No matter the nourishment and care I self-administer to rectify the situation, my body doesn't respond.
 |
Mr R and Sue sitting on our terrace in France
after having just arrived for our 2013 sojourn. |
In spirit, I am sipping rosé on our terrace in France.
In reality I'm half a world away at my desk, swamped by paper work and daunted by my rapidly growing "must do or else" list. In 2013 my daily routine was broken and I'm finding it jolly hard to re establish - the aftermath of a difficult year.
My head is struggling to rein in my heart. My heart is urging me to change my employment profile - more time to rekindle my neglected passions. I have yet to resolve the conflict between my financial security and emotional wellbeing; however, regardless of my state flux, it has become obvious that
it is time to prioritise and simplify my life ………… and improve my French.
 |
| Looking across the village roof tops from the terrace. Absolute peace descends over the village each evening at sunset. |
