My heart seemed to explode, but a part of me scratched my head. What exactly did that mean? There’s an art to living? For much of my life until my major rebirth, life was about struggle and perseverance. There wasn’t much art to it. Life was a pretty gritty thing.
Fast forward to where I am now. I’ve been ditching those old programs with new intentions, and opening up to learning, experiencing, and feeling more love and joy in my life. This whole art of living thing seemed like the perfect next step.
The meaning came to me slowly at first, through a dear friend who has the art of living down: international bestselling author and showstopper, Kate Perry. We clicked in that magical way we sometimes do with people and talked about going on a writing retreat together. It ended up being in Paris when she invited me to join her there since she was going there for holiday.
I said yes, and this choice seemed to unleash something. Something powerful. Something new.
In the run up to this trip, I kept coming across dance references for tango and ballet. As part of this art of living, I looked for classes in the area and decided I needed to sign up. Honestly, I didn’t even know they had ballet classes for big people (haha). But wouldn’t you know it. They have a class four blocks from my house. Talk about synchronicity.
The art of living is a revolution in my life, and I am all too happy to unleash it.
So, I’m now the kind of person who goes on writing retreats for book research in Paris and drinks pink champagne while talking her way into famous restaurant kitchens for a cooking demonstration and their wine cave where dusty bottles from 1837 wait on the shelf to be savored hundreds of years later. I’m also the person who takes tango lessons and also puts on a red leotard with tights and ballet shoes. Even better, I finally stopped waiting on something I’ve wanted for a long time: my first ever new car.
The revolution is unleashed. The art of living is now my new normal, and I’m calling in even more experiences to bring me to new heights of happiness. I have to thank my friend, Kate, and all the divine helpers who are always around us, showing us the way to more love and joy.
Come join the revolution, folks. It’s brilliant here.
Photo: That’s Kate Perry and Moi at Paris’ Magical Eatery, Fauchon, having pink champagne, which is sold everywhere. I call it joy water now.