Remember? I used to do these coffee shares on a weekly basis for quite some time.
This morning, I thought that maybe I should join in again.
In a year, where virtually meeting with friends and family has become the new normal, I no longer know how to welcome you, my dear reader into my house, but let’s continue the old ways.
Come on in! For some reason the temperatures outside have dropped by a massive amount. In the first half of last week it was 35°C and now it’s 14°C in the early afternoon. But maybe, just maybe this means that autumn is finally coming. The climate here has been going crazy, to tell you the least.
How are you? I hope Covid hasn’t been too tough for you and you and your loved ones could make it through without any losses or major health issues.
Here, things were going pretty well, and now, they are going the wrong way. Yesterday, we had 15 000 new cases in France, the day before that over 16 000 new cases. At the moment the numbers are just worryingly high. In Marseille the city is largely shutting down in the coming week, here in Paris there will be more and more restrictions, but it is still “normal”.
Sorry, what do you want to drink? I have some nice teas. Or how about a hot chocolate? Oh, you were hoping for coffee, sorry, I don’t drink any and don’t keep any in the house either.
Speaking about the house, last time we shared a coffee, we were still living in our too tiny apartment. Last year, in September we were finally able to move and now have the space we need. It is a super nice apartment in an even better neighbourhood (just 1km away, but still nicer). I now live 600m from the Arc de Triomphe, thus it is now an even more prominent guest on my instagram.
I have been more than absent from my blog. And that even though, I want to write more, but I am sure I suffer from imposter syndrome. Do you? It is horrible and keeps me from doing what I really want to do, write!
I really don’t have any excuse. I am a freelance German teacher, and there are days most weeks where I am home alone and I do have time to write. But, you have guessed it, I do not write. I need to get my discipline in order. Blogging had always been a good way, of writing and testing reactions, and when I did it regularly, it was definitely very good practice.
I turned 32 this August, and when asked what I wanted to do in this 33rd year of my life, I answered, I wanted to write, so I really have no excuses.
Even less so when you read my instagram post, which I dedicated to my late mother yesterday (I should have be celebrating her 59th birthday with her, but that never happened).
The comments that I have been receiving have been overwhelming. I am so glad, that we are fulfilling one of her last wishes, creating HPV awarenesses.
And if I don’t write, I am not living that music playing within me. And I know, when I write, I am by far happier and have a better functioning mind, than when I don’t.
I gave my site a little makeover. I am not yet perfectly happy with it (always need something to keep me from writing). Last week, I finally created a proper landing page, after all, my site is not just for my blog, but also as a space where people can find out more about my services and can reach out to me.
What do you think?
I know, it’s time for you to go. Do you care for a coconut rocher? Are they called that? I made some yesterday, and they are super delicious.
Just one more question. Do you have trouble commenting on wordpress blogs? WordPress always thinks I am logged out and does not let me like or comment unless I am on the reader. And even on my own blog, there has been the problem of it not recognising who I am. I am conscious that this might be a browser problem (I am using safari).
Thanks for your little visit. Have a great weekend! Take your mind off work and take care of yourself.
This post is part of the #WeekendCoffeeShare Linkup, find the other participants on Eclectic Ali’s post
PS. I am tempted to redo an advent calendar this year, would you be interested in being my guest? If there are enough potential participants, I will have no choice but to go ahead.