Today's article is about Creating a Quality of Life to make you proud.
Read Time: 15 minutes
Hello my fellow Frenchified folks! (Do you like the alliteration? I know, it is lazy writing, but I love it.) Ok, where was I?
Ah, yes. Hello! I hope you are well and taking care of yourselves and of course, eating well.
Summer is gone and I am glad for it. Truth be told, my summer, other than going on vacation, enjoying the beautiful weather, going to the beach, going to the gym to improve my health, eating and drinking well, and hanging out with close friends and my lover husband, marked an all-time low in my temperament. Why? You ask.
Earlier in the year, I landed my dream job and made arrangements to focus solely on doing the best job for them, but no. No phone calls, no emails, no texts, no communication whatsoever from my American and British bosses. I would have expected that from a French person and more equipped to handle it, but needless to say, it broke my heart.
I was so happy and over the moon to land this job, so when the communication stopped, it felt like a break up. I was rejected, kicked to the curb, made to feel like a non-entity, and a piece of shite waste of a person. Again, no explanation whatsoever, I was and to a certain extent, still am, hurt. I don't know what I did to deserve such ill treatment and perhaps I will never know. I cried a lot. I have lost slept over it. I cried myself to sleep on several occasions. And sadly, I am crying now.
It sucks and hurts so bad. I love that job; they just didn't love or respect me back. Is it ok? Yes and No. But, what can I do? I understand a business wants the best or nothing, they unfortunately are treating me like nothing.
Ahhh, c'est la vie.
The good news is that I still have hope that everything will work itself out and I will be back working with them, it is a shot in the dark, but as a Texan, I was born with good aim and can shoot from the hip (remember, I am a belly dancer too!) So... I sigh and exhale and smile and try not to cry so much and accept and wait and hope and suck it up.
We have all heard the proverb, 'a leopard can't change its spots,' relating to people and their inability to change who they are. I am not a leopard and according to science, our bodies regenerate every 7 years. Change is inevitable.
Since moving to France merely four years ago, I have changed. All you have to do is scroll and scan this blog to see how much I have changed. I change every single day, as do you.
Living in France, I am all too familiar with disappointment. Yes, it is very frustrating and the desire to set this place on fire is becoming more and more appealing, but then I remember what my mother in law said to me about French culture. The national symbol of France is the coq, the rooster. For more information, check out the I HATE FRANCE section, scroll, read and enjoy! She told me that the rooster is the only bird with their feet in shit but are still able to sing a sweet tune.
France has given me so much, she basically gave me my life back. She has made me beautiful and calm and healthy and has given me a quality of life that I only dreamed about. She has allowed me to recreate myself and the tools to endure. Sometimes I feel like I am living in a Pierre-Auguste Renoir painting, that is how perfect, beautiful and at times sad and isolated France makes me feel.
I attempt to life my life as art, it is a conscious and sometimes difficult choice, yet I know when I make the effort, everything comes up daisies and roses. I set limits for myself and throw caution to the wind. Ahh, the famous French paradox! I enjoy life. I have bad days where I feel doomed and want to live in a cave (à la Count of Monte Cristo style, of course!) but then I remember how much beauty there is in the world, so much that it makes my heart swell, my eyes tear up, my chest tighten and creates a lump in my throat. My sweet lover husband says those are the feelings we must nourish (he is a born philosopher, that one) and share with others. He makes me want to be a better person. I choose love and beauty and happiness and health and if there is a little extra money in my pocket, that would be awesome too! I wish the same choices for you too, in spades!
To create a great and grand quality of life is simply take the steps to do so. It really is that simple... and difficult.
Before I leave you to your thoughts and dreams, I would like you to know that I love John Travolta. Ever since Grease, Welcome Back Kotter, his Barbra Streisand impression on Saturday Night Live, and one of my all time favorite movies, URBAN COWBOY! You know you love him too, he is afterall an American ICON. Hear his thoughts on life.
Until next time, I send you love and kisses and I raise my glass to you.
Now, go forth and be awesome!!
Much love -- Jenny
Frenchified for Life
Bonjour et Bienvenue!
Thank you for stopping by for a spell!
I am a 40-something year old American woman. Born in Texas, raised in Las Vegas!
Frenchified for Life
is a fabulous little lifestyle blog about truly embracing French life!
My intent is to simply inspire you to create something unique and beautiful in your everyday life. The French have this wonderful and annoying habit of seeing the world through rose colored glasses, might as well learn something from them!
That said, I lift my glass to you!
By the way, I mention the name Cachou (or The Cash) a lot, I'm referring to her...