in the blink of an eye

It's is 11.30PM on a Monday night, and I receive a text asking if I can work the following day.
Less than 12 hours later, I am driving back to London prematurely, eating my Mums porridge out of a plastic container on my lap and fielding calls. My mind is ahead of me, so much to do.
7 hours later, after landing in Nice, France, I am in a taxi travelling to Monaco, then checking into the rather magnificent Hotel Hermitage. It stands impressively between the Prada and the Ferragamo store, adorned with blue fairy lights and old school grandeur. I don't know whether to run the deepest bath ever with the Bulgari goodies, order room service
or go out and take photos. It's already 9PM.
Off I go on my wander around these French Disney streets, virtually no traffic, foot or otherwise, but somehow totally safe-feeling. I remove my long winding red scarf-it's too mild-and find the sea. Lights twinkle from the many houses built all over the hilly landscape, and there must be a hundred yachts in the harbour, all parked and sexy.
Back at the hotel, room service arrives on a moving tray that opens up into a table. White linen and a rose, it is served with a flourish.

The next day, the sun sparkles all day, a flawless sky as we shoot beside the ocean. It's beyond beautiful.

A late lunch, back in Nice along the promenade, I absorb the changing sun, the palm trees, the quickening of the breeze, the easiness of a place like this, and say my silent thankyou.
I remember to stay present in that moment, filling up my cup of sunshine for the coming weeks of grey.
Wow. This is my career, this is what I get paid to do, how awesome is that?
A simple text message, a phonecall, and all the cards shuffle around again, your hand changes just like that. And if you're willing to experience a little discomfort, to meet opportunities with a firm yes, and to truly appreciate the fullness of life, then the payoff is bigger than you'd ever expect...