Man, what a day! I woke up in Saint-Mitre, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to fry an egg on the pavement. I’m talkin’ about that hot, sticky summer vibe. You know, the kind that makes you wanna just chill by the beach? But nah, I had clients to see.
So, I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rue de la République. Best espresso in town, no cap. I swear, that stuff could wake the dead. I was feelin’ pumped, ready to tackle the day. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My first client canceled. Ugh! Seriously? I was all set to help him with his anxiety before the big match.
I decided to take a stroll down Avenue de la Libération. The vibe was chill, people were out and about, livin’ their best lives. I saw this street performer, right? He was bustin’ out some sick moves, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re killin’ it! But then, I noticed a crowd gatherin’. Turns out, he was collectin’ tips. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, man, I just wanted to enjoy the show without feelin’ guilty.
After that, I hit up the Parc de la Mairie. It’s this beautiful park, y’know? Trees everywhere, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh bread from the boulangerie nearby. I sat on a bench, just tryin’ to chill. But then, this kid starts screamin’ at his dog. Like, bro, it’s a dog, not a demon! I was about to lose it.
Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my second client. She’s in tears, sayin’ she’s freakin’ out about her upcoming competition. I’m like, “Breathe, girl, you got this!” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Why do I always get the emotional ones?” I mean, I love my job, but sometimes it’s like, can I catch a break?
So, I head over to her place on Rue des Écoles. It’s a cute little spot, but the vibe was heavy. We talked it out, and I swear, by the end, she was feelin’ like a champ. I was so proud! But then, as I’m leavin’, I trip over her cat. Like, seriously? I’m a sports psychologist, not a cat wrangler!
After that, I needed a breather. I walked down to the beach at Plage de Saint-Mitre. The waves were crashin’, and I just sat there, takin’ it all in. The sun was settin’, and it was beautiful. I thought about how lucky I am to do what I do. But then, I saw a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s sandwich. I mean, come on! Even the birds are savage here!
As the day wrapped up, I headed back home, thinkin’ about all the ups and downs. Saint-Mitre, man, it’s a wild place. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a sports psychologist, right?