I’m writing this after three hours already on the computer going through website edits with my brother via Facebook messenger (he lives in Austria).  Staring at a computer screen for so long is both exhausting and stimulating.

I walked away from the desk stooped and weary yet my mind feels tense and agitated; it doesn’t help that for those three hours I wasn’t getting anything satisfyingly productive accomplished, more like laying down some foundations and checking how they work and making little tiny fixes here and there, trying out a few new things unsuccessfully and reverting back…

It’s frustrating because you use so much time and energy and yet feel as though you haven’t got anywhere.

These are the annoying stages of a business when you spend hours working hard but not really getting anything done.

I guess these steps ultimately lead you to your destination – it’s like walking along the Champs Elysee all the way to the Arc de Triomphe; you see the mighty arch far away in the distance and begin walking purposefully towards it, only to find after thirty minutes it still seems as far away as when you began.

And yet you are certainly that many steps closer and will eventually reach the iconic structure if you just keep on putting one foot in front of the other.

Hopefully that’s what I’ve been doing with my time today, putting one foot in front of the other and not one to the side, getting distracted by the gorgeous shops, a couple to the back to stop for coffees and another to the front again… on repeat.

Do that for too long and you might accrue some lovely new clothes and drink a lot of coffee, but you won’t be any closer to achieving your goals.

And that my dears, is not my idea of fun, my idea of fun is reaching the darned Arc de Triomphe and as long as it’s in my sight, I aim to keep heading in that direction.

And I mean that both metaphorically and literally; after all, you should know by now how much I love Paris.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx

p.s. apologies if there are any typos or errors – at this stage my brain and eyes have officially retired for the night and are no longer assisting in maintaining my scrupulous standards.  I will be joining them just as soon as I have posted this.

p.p.s. I know the photo shows Notre Dame instead of the Arc de Triomphe, but unless I can get my ass over to Paris sometime soon, you’ll have to make do with old rehashed images of vaguely-related pictures on any post that references this darling city!