The first day of the new year. How did you spend it? I don’t really make new years resolutions (I can’t commit), but I do express some aspirations and goals out loud. I think hearing myself speak, rather than just writing it down or keeping it in my head, makes the goals real and achievable. This year, however, I had none in my head until the end of 2018’s first day.
For me, January 1st, 2018 was a dream. I woke up in the best mood, in the comfiest hotel, after a lovely lie-in. I wasn’t fazed by the fact I had missed my reservation at Le Sancerre for brunch. I was happy. Besides, being in Paris means there’s a cute boulangerie close by, and voila, not even a 5-minute walk away from the hotel, we found one and had our late breakfast.
I continued my day of relaxation and luxury by having a 15-minute sauna session. I was overwhelmed, to say the least. It was my first time and boy, it was hot! One second I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the next I felt relaxed and it was as if this was exactly what my muscles and skin needed. It was a bizarre and amazing experience all at once. After the sauna, I was tempted to try the hammam but something in me said it would be worse, so I skipped it and went straight to the ice!
The coolness of the ice really completed what was a new and ultimately refreshing experience. My pores were closed and I was content.
I returned back to my room, showered and whacked on an algae face mask courtesy of Sephora. By this point, I was beginning to think my goals and aspirations for 2018 would revolve around pampering myself and staying in all the 4-star hotels Paris has to offer. Then, I took a nap.
I guess for some of you, a resolution could be “face your fears”. Well, I accidentally did just that. After dinner I had plans. I decided to ride the Roue de Paris at Place de la Concorde. For some reason, I hadn’t processed how high we would actually ascend before paying my 12 € to swing and scream.
The carriages we were rocking ever so slightly due to the weather conditions. I really did not expect it. I’ve been on the London Eye which is much bigger, sturdier and frankly more boring but it still didn’t prepare me for this. So, the wheel starts turning, I’m enjoying it… then-all-of-a-sudden-i’m-not. We start to rock and I look down. I see the Seine and boom, I realise (or remember) I’m afraid of heights! At this point, I’m screaming at Mohamed, squeezing his arm and praying I do not die.
Despite the slow rocking (and my inconsistent screams), the views were incredible. The Champs-Elysées glittered thanks to its Christmas light displays and La Tour Eiffel sparkled as it turned 22h00. The beauty of Paris is elevated at night and I felt so lucky at that moment to have witnessed it.
Taking the metro back to my hotel, I realised that I want my 2018 to be like a dream. Not a crazy, outlandish dream, but something simple and comforting. I want a year that will bring me serenity as well as challenges that end in fulfilment, like facing my fear of heights.
My goal for 2018 is to slow down, to be at peace and to enjoy living.
3 fitting words for this post; peace, comfort, dreams