I believe in shutting out the rest of the world and lounging outdoors with a book, even in the heart of a bustling metropolis.

I believe in change as much as routine.

I believe in allowing ripples to form in relationships from time to time if and when necessary.

I believe in being uncomfortable and the blissful feeling of relief that follows when you finally adjust.

I believe in the occasional confrontation.

I believe in listening to your gut even if it temporarily makes waves for yourself and others.

I believe in supporting the ambitious ventures of friends and family and marveling at their talents and dedication as much when they succeed as when they fail.

I believe in contesting stereotypes.

I believe in calling people out on their baseless excuses and bullshit.

I believe in being called out on my baseless excuses and bullshit.

I believe in refusing to be what everyone expects.

I believe in being proud of yourself without the inflated ego that tends to go with it.

I believe in tough love so long as hugs and kisses are frequent.

I believe in talking openly about the laughable and injudicious decisions you’ve made in the past.

I believe in thinking about old flames and promptly feeling grateful to be free of them.

I believe in having mentors and teachers. We all need them no matter how old we are.

I believe in rehashing the past with former friends and reconnecting broken bonds.

I believe in becoming an expert in something.

I believe in intellectual debates and discussions (save for political talk in any country).

I believe in cannolis and carrot cake, though not necessarily together.

I believe in traveling, whether to far off, exotic locations or right in the state/country next door.

I believe in splashing in fountains and full-bodied laughter.

I believe in amusement parks, roller coasters and milkshakes.

I believe in making the bed everyday.

I believe in helping the French understand that change can be positive and contribute to needed progress without jeopardizing their ability to protect and nurture their heritage and traditions. America is a good example of a country able to do both.

Finally, I believe in the freedom and independence to make any of these choices.

Happy Birthday America! France, you’re next.

{Post inspired by C’est Christine and Where My Heart Resides}


Note: this article WAS posted on the 4th of July, U.S. time but it was already the 5th in France, thus the time stamp.