Très Moi*: Oh La La A Year of Being Very Me!
- MS
- Jan 23
- 9 min read
Savoring the New Year: A Dreamer’s Guide to Delicious Living.
Forget rigid goals; let’s plunge into a world of dreams and whimsy!
Picture stepping into a charming French bistro, where the scent of freshly baked baguettes dances through the air and soft jazz wraps around you like a cozy shawl. As you settle in, the space around you transforms into a haven of warmth and intimacy, a sanctuary where anything feels possible.
Here, time slows down, allowing you to savor each blissful moment.
The golden glow of chandeliers invites you into a space of warmth, intimacy, and possibility.
Now, imagine sitting across from Someone Who knows your heart’s desires before you do, a Guest Who inspires you to share your dreams, set bold intentions, and savor life’s most decadent moments.
This blog is your playful invitation to skip the pressure, toss aside the weight of expectations, and embrace the art of being unapologetically you.
Let’s paint the New Year with strokes of joy, creativity, self-discovery, authenticity, and a sprinkle of whimsy, one delightful bite at a time! Let’s toast to this New Year of being unapologetically you!
May it be filled with spontaneous adventures, joyful laughter, and the delightful discovery of all that makes you wonderfully unique. Embrace every moment, indulge in your passions, and navigate this journey with the playful spirit that only you can bring.
The restaurant was precisely how I imagined it, feeling like something out of a Parisian dream: intimate, utterly enchanting, elegant, warm, and delightfully French.
The scent of butter, wine, and caramelized sugar created a comforting embrace, mingling with quiet conversations, clinking glasses, soft jazz floating through the air, and a golden glow from ornate chandeliers reflecting off crystal glasses.
The sound of quiet laughter and clinking glasses created an atmosphere of intimacy and joy. The table was set with delicate porcelain dishes, and in the center sat a basket of crusty baguettes alongside a small dish of whipped butter sprinkled with sea salt.
A flickering candle danced on the white tablecloth, illuminating the face of Jesus, who sat across from me.
His presence was as grounding as it was radiant. His eyes held a twinkle of mischief like He already knew the answers to the questions swirling in my mind. But He was waiting for me to speak, to unpack it all myself.
The waiter set down two glasses of sparkling water with a twist of lemon, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of discussing my life with Jesus over a delicious French meal.
"Okay," I said, leaning forward with a playful grin, "You must admit, this place is very me."
He chuckled softly. "Oh, it is. Romantic, artistic, just the right blend of charm and extravagance."
He lifted the menu, studying it briefly before setting it back down. "Now, tell Me. What's on your menu for your New Year?"
I laughed, but His question landed deep. "You don't waste any time, do You?"
He smiled knowingly. "No better moment than the one in front of us. So, what's stirring in your heart, My beautiful dreamer?"
I took a sip of my sparkling water, letting the effervescence dance on my tongue before answering. "I want this year to be a masterpiece, a year that feels so very me. Not some version of me striving to impress or prove something. A year of me not trying to fit into anyone else's expectations. Me just being me. Fully expressed. Fully alive. I want to take this year to the next level in a way that's completely aligned with my heart and who You created me to be; trusting that my desires and needs are already fulfilled, letting go of striving, believing that the treasure I've been looking for was with me the whole time." I smiled imagining it, "and that's where life gets fun when I trust you, Jesus, trust You that my desires are already fulfilled, and trust that Your care is unmatched."
I closed my eyes as the air was filled with an irresistible medley of mouth watering aromas. I imagined having the best care possible, tailored just for me, perfectly timed, and overflowing with love, letting Him handle the details. Trusting Jesus is where the magic happens, and life becomes an adventure.
Jesus nodded, gesturing for me to continue.
"I want this year to be about reflection and choice," I said, my voice steady. "Not autopilot. I want to wake up daily and ask myself: Who do I desire to be today? What do I want to enjoy? What do I want to allow into my life? What do I need to let go of?"
"That's a beautiful way to live," He said, His voice warm with approval.
"So, let's get specific. Who do you desire to be this year?" Jesus asked, His voice melodious.
"I want to be someone who embraces joy," I said, breaking a piece of bread and spreading the butter. "I want to create from a place of inspiration and not pressure. I want to live boldly in a way that reflects hope, love, and beauty. I want to love with abandon. But I also want to honor my depth. For my romantic self, I want to feel deeply without getting stuck there. For my achiever self, I need to learn to celebrate progress, not just perfection. For my adventurous self, I want to have fun, try new things, and add color and adventure to my every day."
"Sounds like a delightful blend," He said, tearing a piece of bread for Himself. He smiled, His eyes sparkling. "I love how you know yourself so well. Your blend is unique, creative, ambitious, and joyful. So, what does it look like to live as very you this year?"
I leaned back, my thoughts racing with ideas. "I think it is about the foundation," I said, "Building everything on hope, trust, love, inspiration, grace, and beauty. If I let those things guide me, every choice will feel aligned. It's about creating and intentionally asking myself: Does this feel like hope? Does it reflect love? Does it inspire me and others?. I want this year to feel alive. I want to enjoy the simple, beautiful moments, the laughter, the creativity, the connections. I want to dream big and rest in the small joys. I want to create in a way that inspires others but also nourishes my soul. And I want it all to feel light, joyful, and true to who I am."
Jesus chuckled softly, His delight in my enthusiasm unmistakable. “You’ve got a good vision. Now, let’s get practical. How can you weave this into your everyday life? What would a ‘So Very You’ day look like?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the vision take shape. “I have a few ideas. For my mornings, I would start slow, with the soft glow of dawn filtering through my bedroom window. Instead of jumping straight into the busyness of life, I would savor those first minutes, embracing the stillness and breathing deeply.
Early quiet mornings, journaling, praying, pouring out my thoughts and intentions for the day, perhaps with a cup of herbal tea warming my hands. Once my heart was warmed by words, it will be time to step out into the world, where the fresh morning air will invite me into the adventuress of the day. A walk in nature, breathing in the tranquility, allowing my mind to wander freely. It would include time to create, cook, bake, experiment with ingredients, and enjoy the process as much as the meal. Write, laugh, and dream. It would have moments of connection, conversations that go beyond the surface. And adventure, trying something new, even if it’s as simple as exploring a new recipe or taking a different route home. It would be filled with beauty, flowers, laughter, music, and art."
Taking a deep breath, I continued, feeling the energy in the air. "I intend to laugh louder, love deeper, and savor the simple pleasures of tea or coffee on a rainy afternoon or the sun's warmth on my face. I want to create magic moments, whether by cooking a new recipe or getting lost in a book that sweeps me off my feet."
I paused, feeling the weight of my intentions. “Above all, I intend to let go of the doubts that cling to me like shadows. I will release the fear of imperfection and embrace my journey, knowing that growth comes from trying, failing, and trying again. Who knew intentions could paint such a bright picture for the year ahead?. And it would end with reflection, asking myself what I’m grateful for, what inspired me, and how I felt throughout my experiences, what felt aligned.”
Jesus nodded, His expression tender. “That sounds like you. Now, tell Me what you want to enjoy this year?"
I smiled, the possibilities blooming in my mind like flowers.
"Beauty," I said, smiling," "In all its forms. Beautiful spaces, beautiful conversations, beautiful connections. I want to enjoy creating, writing, cooking, baking, chocolate making, singing, dancing, traveling, and, of course, dreaming. I want to enjoy laughter, adventure, and the simple pleasure of being present. I want to enjoy me, the me You created, without judgment or comparison. Maybe even learning something new. I want to enjoy the small moments, like a perfect cup of tea or coffee or a walk at sunset." I continued, my voice tinged with enthusiasm. "Oh, and food," I added with a grin, gesturing at the rich, buttery smells around us.
Jesus chuckled. "Food is always a good choice. What about allowing? What do you desire to allow this year?"
I leaned back, letting the question settle. I looked out the window momentarily, watching the Parisian street lights twinkle. I swirled the water in my glass, watching the bubbles rise to the surface.
"I want to allow myself to rest," I said softly. "Letting go of striving and step into rest, watch how fun life gets when I let You lead. Resting in Your care means freedom, fun, and the kind of peace that makes me wonder why I didn't let go of striving sooner. I want to trust. To not always have to know how things will work out. I want to allow grace not just for others but for myself. I want to allow abundance, love, creativity, joy, all of it. And I want to allow You to guide me, even when it feels uncertain. I want to give myself permission to feel all my feelings, to celebrate my wins, even the small ones, and to rest without guilt."
He leaned back, His gaze full of pride and affection. "That's a lot to allow. But I think you are ready." His smile softened, and I felt the warmth of His love wrapping around me like a cozy shawl.
The waiter returned with our main courses, mine a delicate coq au vin, His a perfectly golden, flaky salmon en croute. The aromas were intoxicating, and for a moment, we simply savored the beauty of the meals before us.
"So," He said after a few bites." "How will you take this year to the next level? How will you make it so very you?"
I set my fork down, considering, "Creating a foundation of hope, love, inspiration, grace, fun, and beauty. Letting those things guide every decision, every creation, and every connection. By asking myself, Does this feel aligned with who I am and who I'm becoming?"
Jesus nodded, His approval evident, as He gave me a playful look. "And when you look back on this year, what do you hope to say?"
I smiled, imagining it. "I hope to say: Oh, it was so very me. That I lived fully, authentically, and beautifully. That I did not hold back. That I embraced joy, grace, and loved with abandon and open arms. That I created and enjoyed a life that felt like a creamy crème brûlée experience, smooth, sweet, and oh-so-indulgent. Each moment was a delightful spoonful, a crackling layer of caramelized sugar bliss that shattered with each taste, revealing the velvety richness beneath. That I took moments to enjoy the essence of who I am, much like enjoying the smooth blend of vanilla and cream. Even the moments that had a hint of bitterness only added to the complexity of this exquisite custard, reminding me that they were part of a grand recipe. And through it all, I received the sweetest care when I trusted and rested in You, Jesus, finding strength, joy, and peace in Your presence, as comforting as the first bite of a perfectly torched crème brûlée, warming me during life’s storms."
Jesus raised His glass, the candlelight catching the sparkle in His eyes. “To a New Year,” He said, His voice filled with promise. “To the year of being fully, unapologetically, beautifully you.”
I lifted my glass to meet His. “To a New Year. And to creating a life that feels as rich and vibrant as these meals.”
The glasses clinked softly, and I could feel the excitement buzzing around me. At that moment, I knew tonight was not just another celebration, not just another dinner; it was a French cuisine experience full of possibilities, waiting to be garnished with bursts of laughter and spontaneous dance moves. I knew this year would be unforgettable, bursting with experiences that would make me smile at the mere thought. The thrill of anticipation washed over me, and I couldn't help but think how perfectly this captured who I am.
It was so very, me. It is so very, me.
*Très Moi means Very Me!
