I was going through a rough time last year,it was a combination of becoming an empty nester, saying goodbye to my youngest, trying to find myself again (and feeling very lost). I suddenly felt like the world was moving without me and I was losing precious time.
One day (after my husband said he wasn't wanting to take a short trip to Paris) at my suggestion, I was feeling super edgy and literally bought myself a ticket to Paris for that night. Packed my bags and left for the airport bout the time my husband was coming home. I left him a letter telling him for once I was doing something for me, I was only going for 4 days. My son incidentally was away for a break with a family friend.
I have never ever done anything like that and the Valium and martini I had right before boarding were very much needed as my liquid courage. I spoke on the phone to him as I was boarding, he was dumbstruck and I explained i just needed to do it. We spoke at length once I landed and I kind of unleashed of all I had been feeling for a long time, that he in his defense knew nothing about. He ended up being really cool and understanding about it.
I spent four blissful days going to a cooking school I have dreamed about attending, eating in some of the restaurants I have had on a list for a long time, stayed at the Ritz, and treated myself to a few wonderful "souvenirs". I spent long days at the museums, walking along the Seine and room service last night there. It was heaven. I came back feeling totally recharged and like a new person. I never looked back, now I am so happy I acted on impulse as crazy as it seemed at that time. So much so I will do it again in Sept. but this time my husband has a heads up
