Joie de Vivre

Okay, so that's joy of life in French, right? So that's what I'm going for these days. I am contemplating a weekend of chilled out, thrift-store shopping, and i am thinking of getting a vintage suitcase for travel purposes. You know, a hard-sided one, with actual latches, not zippers. Cute pockets inside, and maybe a matching train case.

I am so into the vintage thing right now, more than I ever have been, but i think it can be difficult to find a balance between vintage (WWII era) womanhood, and now. I wrote before about the whole barefoot, pregnant, kitchen scenario, and how much i love that idea. Because it works for me, and because i choose it...But believe this, if anyone said i had to STAY in that philosophical kitchen, and didn't have the chance to get out of it, I would be as cranky as a cat in a burning paper bag.

And I think that can be a hard thing for people to deal with, that I am okay with being just about anything, as long as i don't feel pushed into something....And that means it may take me longer to come around to certain ideologies than people in my life may like, but if I'm feeling pushed in any given direction, the best bet is that i will go the exact opposite way. Just some thoughts...

But, back to the joy of life. I am headed to a used bookstore tonight after work, and am gong to buy a book. Have no idea what book, but since i have read EVERY SINGLE BOOK in my house at least three times, i need something new. I am thinking of a book on palm reading or learning more about tarot because i think that would be fun. So that could be cool...


And I found out today that someone I know has a tattoo that she thinks says 'joy of life' in French. But it says Joie de vie, and i took Spanish in high school (and from a friend of my dad's, so i wasn't really paying attention too much), so i don't know if that's right. So for the rest of my life, because of my insane memory, i will think of this girl's foot tattoo and wonder about it. EVERY DAMN TIME i hear the phrase joie de vivre. Every damn time.

And i don't know how to turn that part off, of wanting to be right all the time. Has anyone figured that out? Because right now, that's what i want. But how much do i want it? How much?


P.S. No cranky cats were harmed in the writing of this blog.