After the class, I opted to just leave instead of taking a shower and changing into the Parisian standard of street clothes. Cute dresses, ballet flats and scarves. I was feeling rebellious and instead, wore my unsightly trainers, leggings and sweat stained t-shirt. Quelle bellegosse!
I bopped down the street with a high wagging pony-tail while listening to Ke$ha and caught a glimpse of myself in a store front window. I couldn't help but chuckle. I was so American. I figured I might as well top off the look with the ultimate American accessory. An iced latte. Non-fat of course. And what do you know? A Starbucks appeared as I was approaching Bastille. I don't frequent Starbucks here because it is a bit on the pricey side and while I wouldn't exactly boast Paris for its amazing coffee (That's Italy's thing) I'm usually pretty satisfied with a 1 euro espresso in a local brasserie. But today was special, I ordered a grande iced vanilla latte and enjoyed the sensory memory the taste had, whisking me back to 1999; a simpler time during the early stages of my caffeine addiction.
What is it about exercise, a little caffeine and sunshine that changes your mood? Could it be that I am crossing over into the next phase of the break-up? True acceptance and a renewed appreciation of being in my own company? Today is about regaining comfort in my own skin and appreciating the little things around me.