Now I fly more than I drive — about once a month, coast to coast — and I've turned it into an important ritual.
No movies. No Schitt's Creek reruns. (This is genuinely hard. David Rose makes everything better.)
No scrolling. No email.
Just me, seat 24F, and clouds. ☁️
Five whole hours of nothing.
It is astonishing what the brain will do when you give her a well-deserved break.
Irritations soften. (The gin and tonic helps. 🍸)
Ideas resurface. Desires reappear. Questions that felt too overwhelming to even ponder somehow gain a magical solution.
This is not something our regular lives offer easily.
There's always a screen, a task, a need. Always something with a notification that technically could wait but has somehow convinced us it cannot. 📱
Travel forces the pause.
And in that pause? An entire conversation restarts — from a version of me I haven't talked to in a very long while.
The one from long before eye cream and IRAs.
The one I'm determined to meet again in whatever version of her shows up next.
Those five hours become the most useful hours of my month.
If six days where no one needs anything from you sounds like exactly what your brain has been asking for… you're in luck. 😉
Paris with Abroad on Purpose is very good at exactly that. In fact, it's part of our mission. You just show up. We take care of the rest. Small group. Curated details. Enough room in the schedule your brain slows from a sprint to a wander. 🇫🇷
