The vespa throttled down Rue de Passy and the sun was soft and hazy with morning smiles.
My legs were freezing in the morning air.
“I really love your smile”. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it.. but perhaps it really is a thing.
“You really are a happy person.”
“I’m not always this happy.” was my response “I’m an emotional artist afterall…” I didn’t want to lead him on. – He gave me this look that confirmed he already knew exactly what I meant.
No expectations.
Freedom. The ability to have happiness that isn’t dependent on another person. This is what I have. “I do”. Apparently such an American statement.
My morning meeting with my new PR agent here in Paris went well. I’m intrigued to find out what this new relationship may bring. You don’t get anything without first trying.
Edits, album designs, plans for the next few weeks. 5 days left here in Paris. When will I return? I’m not sure yet.
I try not to be overwhelmed by reality.
