Subject: Busy called. She’s not invited to Paris.

From my desk (which is currently 40% planner, 60% snack wrappers) to yours.

Let’s talk about something wildly underrated:
Having something on the calendar that’s just for you.
Not reactive. Not last-minute. Not “I guess I’ll figure something out when I’m less underwater.”

I'm talking about the kind of thing you commit to in advance—on purpose.
Like six days in Paris, curated for clarity, movement, and the quiet thrill of knowing you’re about to shift gears in a major way.

Because let’s be real.
Busy used to sneak in quietly.
Now she shows up in full force, in every moment of your life.

And we’ve gotten very good at letting her hang around.

We fill our calendars with meetings, logistics, favors, updates, and things we said yes to without even blinking. We call it productive. Strategic. Balanced.
But when was the last time you blocked time for a big decision? Or put “reconnect with what I actually want” on your to-do list?

Exactly.

Here’s the thing:
You don’t need a meltdown to justify a breakthrough.
You don’t need to be burnt out, over it, or fleeing to figure out what’s next.
You can just… want it. Decide. Book it.

So what happens when you do?

Suddenly, fall has a focal point.
You start saying things like “I’ll be in Paris that week” with the calm clarity of someone who made a smart move early.
You look at your calendar and feel something rare: relief. Anticipation. Ownership.
You realize you’re not just taking a trip. You’re stepping into a version of you who’s been waiting for the right setting to show up.

Here’s what I know:
Abroad on Purpose isn’t a life overhaul- you don’t need that. It’s a beautifully-paced interruption.
But it will give you the kind of space where clarity lands—and momentum actually sticks.
It’s smart. It’s beautifully paced. And it’s honest in a way that feels like relief.
Part strategy, part sparkle, and just enough mischief to make you glow in that “something shifted” kind of way.

So yes. Busy can call.
But you? You’re already booked.

With love and a glass of Bordeaux,
Sydney

P.S. If you’ve already claimed your seat—congratulations. You get to spend all summer looking forward to it.
If not, this is your nudge. A chic one. Like a raised eyebrow across a Parisian café table. DM me or reply to this note—I’d love to have you there.