Yep, that’s me. In Paris, on a fashion insiders trip with Vogue magazine. Somebody pinch me.
A few years back I decided I was done entertaining versions of myself that only existed in my mind and finally, I’d become that dream girl I’d always envisioned myself to be.
I would recognize my internal desires as indications of where I belonged. And ultimately, I would agree with them. One of these long-standing desires was visiting Paris. Although I’d never been I’ve always felt a deep connection to the city.
I would recognize my internal desires as indications of where I belonged. And ultimately, I would agree with them.
I’ve been reading Parisian chick lit since high school and as a style blogger, visiting the Fashion capital of the world only made sense. It also helps that I have a French name (Camille).
So at the beginning this year I got serious. I made it a priority on my 2022 my goal list that this was the year I was going to Paris.
In January I began practicing French, immersing myself in French culture & even dated a guy named Paris. I didn’t know how this luxury trip I’d envisioned would come to pass, or even how I’d afford it on my 9-5 salary, but this was the least of my concerns.
At this point in life, I finally understand that I don’t need to put much emphasis on how I’m going to achieve something. That instead its better to prepare myself for my desire coming true.
So in May while voluntarily stuck in a GetAway cabin with no wifi, I turned to the only resource I brought for sanity, the May Vogue issue. Shortly into my reading I saw the ad. “a Fashion Lovers Paris”. My heart stopped. Immediately, I knew. This was it. Here’s the first-class Parisian experience I longed for. Hosted Vogue magazine. Shit!!
At this point in life, I finally understand that I don’t need to put much emphasis on how I’m going to achieve something. That instead its better to prepare myself for my desire coming true.
In a twist of perfect fate, the very next day I’d receive the proceeds from the sale of my first home. Because of this, I didn’t have to worry about affordability for this amazing experience. As anticipated, life just took care of it.
The next morning, while still laying in the cabin bed, I booked it. Some may call it luck. I call it opportunity meeting preparation. As incredible as this story already is, I haven’t even gotten to the best part! What happened when I got to Paris, you ask? There’s so much to unpack, stay tuned for part 2!
