The dreaded About Me section.
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No really, who am I?
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I was born in France in 1972, the eldest of three. I have two younger brothers.
I am a Libra with Scorpio Rising and an Aquarius Moon.
My father is French and my mother is Canadian.
When I was seven, we moved to New Delhi, India, where we lived for four years. My father was the foreign correspondent for Le Monde newspaper.I have very vivid memories from this period of my childhood.
I went to the American Embassy School to learn English. That would prove to be instrumental to the rest of my life. My brain split into two different universes.
When we returned to France, I went to an international school. I became obsessed with literature. I became obsessed with films. I became obsessed with broody boys and the idea of falling in love.
I never quite fit in at school. I hung out with the artistic kids, the misfits and the expats. I listened to Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the USA album on my little Walkman in the stairwell between classes.
I started keeping huge writing notebooks, full of teenage angst and exhilaration, filled with collages, photography and quotes from my favorite writers. I started writing poetry.
I studied literature. My internal landscape was shaped by books. Albert Camus. Jim Harrison. Sylvia Plath. Philip Roth. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Thomas Wolfe. Anna Akhmatova. Richard Ford. Siri Hustvedt. Paul Auster. Don DeLillo. Saul Bellow. Joseph Brodsky. Michael Chabon. Truman Capote. Jonathan Franzen. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. James Joyce. Colum McCann. Joyce Carol Oates. Michael Ondaatje. James Salter. Mark Strand. To name a few.
When I turned twenty-one, I moved to Montreal, Canada, to work towards a Masters of Arts in English and Creative Writing.
I attracted and pursued plenty of emotionally unavailable, avoidant and narcissistic men. I published an entire collection of poems about one of those ill-fated love stories.
I worked in communications. I worked in PR. I worked for film festivals and photojournalism events. Nothing stuck until a famous art director created my dream job: creative researcher in advertising. I basically fed daily inspiration to the creative team.
I met a freckled divorced American man on Instagram. We fell in love. The real, meaty, magical, reciprocal, grown-up kind of love.
The stress of long distance courtship took a toll on my digestive and hormonal health. I discovered integrative medicine.
We got married. I moved to the U.S. I became a stepparent to two little kids.
I got pregnant at 42. My fiery little boy Noah came into the world.
What followed were years of radiant love, commitment and self-exploration.
What followed were years of intense, sometimes painful and accelerated self-growth.
Marriage is not the end of the quest for true love but only the beginning of growing into love and into your best self with someone else and looking at your attachment patterns. Swimming past the breakers, as the brilliant therapist John Kim put it.
Motherhood is not a field of roses and unicorns but the stormy sea of watching a little being come into his own individual separateness. Becoming a conscious parent is not for the faint of heart.
Wellness is not a fix-the-symptom game. It’s about looking at the body and the mind as one single organism. Stress, skin, relationships, digestion, spirituality, hormonal balance, life purpose, weight, social life, fatigue, anxiety, sleep, connection, movement. It’s all interconnected. Ask the yogis.
Periods of intense stress brought all of my personality traits (light and dark) to the surface: highly sensitive, introverted, creative, intellectual, spiritual, intuitive, anxiously attached, insecure in love, eternal seeker.
Enter more authors into my life. Susan Cain. Elaine Aron. Harville Hendrix. Sue Johnson. Shefali Tsabary. Danielle Laporte. Byron Katie. Michael Singer. Tal Ben Shahar. Brené Brown. Susan Piver. Esther Perel. Susan Anderson. Pamela Druckerman. Rebecca Thompson. Daniel Seigel. Frank Lipman. Sara Gottfried. Alisa Vitti. Kim Krans.
And now here I am.
Ready to have conversations about all the books that have shaped me, changed me, enchanted me and helped me navigate chaos in my life.
The right books always find you when they are supposed to. Nothing is random.
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