Reflecting on France and Cannes Lions
The sound of my alarm pulls me into existence as I spring out of my college dorm bed. Within the next ten minutes I will have brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and slung my backpack over my shoulder only to race down the streets riddled with buses and hurried students whose stress infects me. My mind is fixated on whatever assignment awaits me that day, and I pray I have enough time to rush to a Starbucks to chug just enough coffee to keep my eyes from shutting in class- again. As the same alarm tone awakens me here, a different world awaits for me out on the street below. Brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day doesn’t feel like a chore but a pleasure, and as I walk through the sliding doors I move at a leisurely pace. I swing by Juan Les Pain for my usual cappuccino, and take in the calm nature that permeates. Walking down the quaint street filled with people, a different feeling is contagious. A feeling of lighthearted laughter and the organic joy of another’s company
