Julia Child’s first lunch in France centered on Dover sole sputtering in butter sauce. It was, she wrote in her memoir, “the most exciting meal of my life.” (NEW YORK TIMES)
God I hope I'm one of those people who has epiphanies. In Paris. Or anywhere, really. The porto-potty. I just want one. Since I wasn't one of those lucky bastards who knew they want to be a doctor at age 4, it's only fair I have an epiphany.
Which means eff the comfort zone. Less thinking, more doing. Thinking ruins everything. Thinking never got me very far.
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