What wakes me up in the morning is anticipation: sometimes it’s a nervous anticipation of everything that must get done in a day, but most days it’s a calm anticipation of everything I want to do in a day. I am someone who tries her very best to be still and patient with herself, and with everyone and everything around her. But when this gets hard, I always have places to go. I can go to that little farm in Orvault, France—I can go to the Randolph Hotel in England—or I don’t have to travel so far. I can go to my yoga studio at home, which has a tin roof so that when it rains during evening classes in the summer, the sound is deafening, and even in a room with fifty other people I am only with myself. I find it hard to slow down and be still and simply be, and this keeps me up at night from time to time. I am someone who wishes I could reposition my necklace in this picture so that it would be centered: I am someone who does not like to let go. But the more I get to know myself, the better able I am to find stillness wherever, and to only hold on to the things that should be held onto.