Reading a book about the changing of the seasons in the south of France, within the trenches of a Boston winter, is maybe not my most appropriately-timed reading choice. I almost cried looking at a beautiful photograph of a field of yellow wildflowers in a Provençal summer, imagining myself running through them, barefoot, preferably in a long dress. Whenever Jamie Beck writes in
Heck yes to buying flowers as a way to declare to one's self that beauty in real life matters. Also, it took me almost all of 27 for me to come to the realization that the big unknowns of the rest of my life could contain good. For me, unknowns were always connected with stress and striving – but what a relief to find that unknowns could also bring wonderful things beyond our wildest imaginings!
Heck yes to buying flowers as a way to declare to one's self that beauty in real life matters. Also, it took me almost all of 27 for me to come to the realization that the big unknowns of the rest of my life could contain good. For me, unknowns were always connected with stress and striving – but what a relief to find that unknowns could also bring wonderful things beyond our wildest imaginings!