Thoroughly impressed, I sipped on a pomegranate bellini between bites of salmon wrapped poached eggs. We're all in such good places right now, I thought to myself. And then doubt crept in. Unlike my remarkable dining companions, I know very little of what to expect from 2013. As much as I'm passionate about my graduate studies and life in Paris, I hardly know what I hope to happen next. What is the particular career path I seek? Do I want to pursue a thesis or an internship? Would I like to stay in Paris? in Europe? And if so, for how long? Not to mention... can I even afford to follow the answers to those questions?
And this is why my intention for the year is to embrace the possibilities. What is the purpose of preparing for a life we love if we become too overwhelmed to simply live it? It seems to me that pursuing our wildest dreams and biggest adventures takes just as much faith in ourselves as it does in every single force outside of us. No wonder the French often say bon courage instead of "good luck", huh? ;) Let's do this...
