Mon Prince, Don't Give Up On Paris.

Do you ever wish you could open the book of your life and rewrite certain chapters? I think of choices I made that seemed to not be such a big deal, but looking back changed the entire course of my life. I remember having the opportunity to go to Paris and then backing out for some stupid reason, probably because I could not stand to leave some forgetable boyfriend for twelve days, who knows, but whatever the reason was, it was not a good enough reason.

Maybe it is mid-life, thinking about directions you have taken and how maybe a trip to Paris would have heald some inspiration that changed everything. I was supposed to go to college in Virginia. Me and my best friend from high school would live together, me going to Old Dominion and her going to a court stenographer school . We sat for hours on end, planning our future far from where we were, leaving this depressed area and living a life that was one adventure after another. I, again, stayed and went to college in state, because of, what else, my boyfriend.

There are just moments in time where you know that what you turned away from took you to a place of no return. Unfortunately, you only see that years after the fact. Ryan seems to be in one of these moments and it has caused me to really examine mine. It makes me wanna be there to keep him on the path I believe he wants to take, and yet part of life, a giant part, is making those mistakes. And, so, for better or for worse, you are faced with decisions and impacts and you do the best you can, you try and recover, you grow older, you think too much and you want to help your kids understand the importance of decisions and how they should go for everything they ever wish to have out of this life.

And every so often, you think about being young and what Paris would have been like.