I’ve just recovered from a temporary trauma — glass in my foot.

There are two reoccurring dreams that I have — glass and teeth. Each one equally painful. For a number of years now, I’ve had a fear of stepping on glass and having to pull it out.

Which is exactly, of course, what happened to me this evening. We end up attracting the thing we fear.

Relatively speaking, I think I recovered quickly. What is there to do but pull it out with a pair of tweezers? It’s one of those moments that makes you have to suck it up and rise to the occasion. Despite me wanting to cry and be pissed off. Both of which would do absolutely nothing.

I always think of these situations as a metaphor … particularly the open wound of having to pull out that which cut you. As though I was pulling out all my past hurts.

And then just like that, it’s over. I spend this time looking at how horrible it is, feeling the acute pain and sting and yet, once I’m able to face it and do what needs to be done, relief comes immediately and I think, that wasn’t so bad after all.

Do you think it’s possible for all of our pains to be handled and healed that quickly?

After a long day — Versailles and Le Louvre — I needed a quick stop at Saint Sulpice to slow down. Deep breaths and reconnect.

It seemed the moment I stepped foot in there, I was instantaneously suffused with love. The comfort of knowing you are exactly where you need to be.

I want to slow these days down. Hold on and not miss a single thing. Stay in the moment … that’s how I need to take it. One thing at a time. All we have is now. And I am so happy my now happens to be Paris.