PRAYING FOR PARIS: FATE + PERSPECTIVE + LIFE LESSONS

I am not quite sure how to put into words what happened last night in Paris, but I will do my best and writing has helped me try to make sense of a lot of life’s tragedies, curveballs, and sadness. I was standing in line yesterday at the Chase bank on the Circle around 4:00, waiting to order my euros and an AP alert popped up on my phone saying a bomb had exploded in Paris. My first thought was ‘Horrible. I hope everyone is ok,’ and second, ‘I hope my dad isn’t watching Fox News right now.’ The news continued to get worse and it wasn’t until I got home around 6:00 that I was motionless watching the images on tv.

I leave for DC in five days and while the original plan was to go to Paris, our plans are now uncertain. A two hour phone call with my best friend in DC last night resulted in a lot of silence while we both watched the news together in complete shock and debated what to do. Our parents encouraged us to go the Iceland/London route, while we discussed the importance of not letting the terrorists win. We reflected back to 9/11 and the time it took for us to get back to some sense of normal, yet we are Americans and did what we do best. We came together and showed the world that we would not back down. The terrorists would not scare us from living our daily lives.

However, we cannot fathom enjoying Paris at such a sad time. The normal tourist activities are closed and the world is in mourning. Icelandic Air does not work on Saturdays (ironic, especially after a terrorist attack), so we will wait until Monday to sort this out. We may spend the week in DC, we may only do the Iceland flight (our flight is BWI – Reykjavik – Paris), or we may re-route to London. I did check our purchase info and we were smart enough to buy cancellation insurance. That $72 may have saved us.

I also strongly believe in fate. We had discussed going this week instead of next week when we booked the tickets this summer. We were not sure we wanted to miss Thanksgiving with our families, but ultimately decided to be there for my birthday on the 24th. I often question why certain events have happened in my life, but they have all made me stronger. Beautiful people are often the result of hardships. God has a plan for each of us and this tragedy has given me some perspective on life. I had two years of a health ordeal, I am still getting bills from the Cleveland Clinic (although they truly changed my life), and I am currently experiencing four weeks of the worst sinus infection/cough that I have ever had.

I lost my best friend of ten years for a variety of reasons (you cannot make someone else happy who isn’t happy with themselves) and he just moved on leaving me to clean up the mess. It was one of the most traumatic moments in my life and I paid quite a bit for a therapist to tell me I am an amazing, too kind to a fault, person.

I have changed jobs in the past year to allow me to move and follow my gut. I quit one job only to freelance for them and for an entrepreneur in STL. I then moved to Indy and was blessed to freelance remotely due to people that believed in me. I was immediately thrown into an interim public affairs director position for a crisis situation and found it to be extremely rewarding. Now I am re-evaluating what I want to do. I need purpose again and people that support me.

In all of this, I have discovered who are my very best friends and have also had the difficult realization that not everyone is on your team. Insecure people often see kindness and success in others as intimidating. Some personalities will want to bring you down and you have to hold your head up and do what you believe to be right.

One of my colleagues emailed me this week and said that she hopes that when the time comes at the end of her life that people will say she made the world a better place. It really “all boils down to that, doesn’t it? That you were a good human being, not that you were great at your job or kept your affairs super organized or your house spotless. Just that you’re a good, kind person.” I could not agree more and for the record, she does make the world a better place. So, when my time is up, I hope my legacy is kindness.

While my life is a bit of a mess, I will wrap up this rambling post with perspective. My heart is breaking for Paris, but we will continue to persevere every day. The good people far outweigh the bad and I hope that all of my life experiences will make me the best mentor, friend, and hopefully someday mother that I can be. In twenty years, I hope that my kids ask me what it was like to live in such a chaotic, sometimes terrifying, world because it is foreign to them.

Hug your loved ones today and count your blessings. I am off to make scones and give Winston a few extra buddy biscuits.

XO,

Libby

Photos taken during my Paris trip – Summer 2009

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Snuggles with Winston this morning. Dogs can sense when there is sadness.

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2 thoughts on “PRAYING FOR PARIS: FATE + PERSPECTIVE + LIFE LESSONS

  1. I just returned from Paris yesterday and was there first hand to experience the sadness that filled the city. I ended up staying at a friend’s house on Friday night prior to returning to the hotel on Saturday morning and then going to the airport. While I was in my taxi I saw shopkeepers opening up their shops, markets, etc and moving forward…persevering during a time of immense stress and uncertainty…one of the best traits of humans. There are more good people than bad out there!

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