This week I was transported back to life before blogging. I took a little break. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to. But honestly, it was lovely.

I got together with my three best girlfriends whom I studied abroad with in Paris. We all brought our moleskin journals that we wrote it almost every day while in France. We documented stories and quotes, fears and silly dreams. It was all there. We reread them out loud and laughed so hard about Berlin bar crawls, our host families quirks, and outrageous things said over too much wine and too little sleep. Our trip didn’t involve tweets, and we don’t have our crappy little French pay-by-the-minute phones with text records. Our four months in Paris live together in five collective notebooks. Seriously, how special is that?

It was refreshing to go back to that. Except for a few instagrams here and there – did you see all the meat I ate in Texas?? – we went back to enjoying each other, exploring, and falling over laughing.

I didn’t get frustrated at myself for not reading any blogs. My feed currently says I have 2945 unread posts. I stopped feeling guilty for not posting every day. I’ll get back into it and pick up just where I left off as soon as I’m back in DC. It’s going to be ok.

Have you taken a break away from something that’s such a big part of your life before? Even if it’s for a day…I totally recommend it. You’ll return inspired and motivated. And will have a little more appreciation for life’s simpler pleasures. La vie douce.

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