So today is (or rather, was) Thanksgiving. And I was planning to work. I kept saying all day long that I was going to work, because as a freelance writer, I need to be disciplined and consistent. And yesterday I spent the early morning getting ready for my brunch at Tryst with Ange Blond, and during the afternoon, I just sat listening to Manon Lescaut with a dreamy smile on my lips and reminiscing about my brunch with the beautiful one. So I didn’t accomplish much work, but I was determined to make up for the lost time today, and draft, among others, several blog posts that wouldn’t be OOTDs. Because despite sticking to my goal of posting every single day in November, I didn’t write as many columns and editorials as I was planning to.
And right now, it’s 9:30PM, I am in bed with a mug of ginger and lemon tea, listening to Manon Lescaut, exhausted but euphoric after a great day spent with relatives and friends. And feeling (predictably) grateful.