Hi,

I came home from France with beautiful memories, a few new pieces for my wardrobe, and experiences I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.

But what surprised me most was that I had brought home a different way of living.

And the surprising part was that none of it had anything to do with fashion.

There are specific things French women taught me during my time there that I’ve carried home with me, and today I wanted to share them with you.

Of course, there is an elegance and sophistication in the simplicity with which they dress.

Their style is refined without ever feeling like they’re trying too hard. A crisp white button-down with a pair of jeans. A beautifully tailored jacket. One statement piece of jewelry. A red lip.

Nothing is over the top.

Nothing is overdone.

But what struck me most wasn’t what they were wearing.

It was their confidence.

And confidence is an embodied state.

Their shoulders are relaxed and pulled back. Their posture is open. They make eye contact. They smile easily. They understand the quiet power of their presence before they ever say a word.

As I watched women in cafés, strolling through villages, riding bicycles through the countryside, and sitting together over long lunches, I realized they weren’t trying to be noticed.

They simply knew who they were.

And because of that, people noticed.

They weren’t striving for attention by being louder or dressing more provocatively.

They garnered attention through their energy and their essence.

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Those of you who have been part of my community for a long time know I often teach about the energy of a queen.

Inside our community, I say often that a queen commands presence. She doesn’t demand it.

She commands it simply by who she is.

She doesn’t have to speak first, but when she does, people listen.

She chooses quality.

She nourishes herself well.

She honors herself.

She understands her value before anyone else needs to validate it.

Watching French women reminded me that this isn’t something reserved for royalty or for women living in Paris.

It’s available to every one of us.

Then I had another realization.

It made me realize how often we’ve been taught to perform confidence instead of embodying it.

We work so hard to be seen.

To prove ourselves.

To earn attention.

Yet the women I watched never seemed to be trying at all.

There was nothing performative about them.

They simply carried themselves with the quiet certainty that who they were was enough.

They knew their energy was the gift.

And because of that, whoever was sitting across from them received their full attention.

Their full presence.

Their full essence.

That alone spoke volumes.

One of the things that impacted me most had nothing to do with style at all.

It was how present everyone seemed to be.

I was honestly blown away by how rarely I saw people scrolling on their phones.

I’m not saying it never happened.

But I didn’t witness the constant checking, scrolling, and distraction that has become so normal for so many of us.

Instead, I saw people talking.

Laughing.

Making eye contact.

Lingering over coffee.

Walking without rushing.

Simply enjoying where they were.

It made me realize how rare true presence has become.

So many of us document our lives instead of fully living them. We photograph the meal before tasting it. We instinctively reach for our phones during quiet moments instead of allowing ourselves to simply be.

Watching the French reminded me that presence isn’t something we find.

It’s something we choose.

Another thing that stood out to me was how active they were.

People walked everywhere.

They biked.

They ran.

Movement wasn’t something they squeezed into an already overwhelming schedule.

It was simply woven into the rhythm of everyday life.

French women also seemed to genuinely enjoy taking care of themselves.

They got dressed each day.

Not because someone expected them to.

Not because they were trying to impress anyone.

But because presenting themselves well appeared to be another way of honoring themselves.

And then there was the food.

Fresh.

Seasonal.

Simple.

Beautiful.

Meals weren’t rushed.

We would sit for three-hour meals, and it didn’t matter whether children were there or not.

That was simply part of their culture.

It reminded me how beautiful it is to slow down.

To savor your meal instead of rushing through it because there’s another task waiting.

Whether you’re sharing dinner with your family, your partner, your closest friends, or simply sitting at the table by yourself…

Make it an experience.

Some of my favorite memories from France weren’t found at famous landmarks.

They happened in quiet villages and countryside towns where tourists rarely spend time.

Watching how people actually lived changed me.

Not only because my body felt healthier living at that pace…

But because I felt healthier.

More peaceful.

More joyful.

More present.

And I knew those were gifts I wanted to bring home with me.

Because the truth is, you don’t have to live in Paris or the French countryside to begin living this way.

This is intentional living.

This is confidence.

This is self-worth.

This is choosing to savor your life instead of constantly racing through it.

And that choice belongs to every one of us.

I’ve already begun carrying these lessons into my own life.

In the way I’m with my family.

In getting dressed each morning, even if my day is filled with Zoom calls.

In how I move through the world.

In how I slow down.

In how I carry myself.

I thought I was bringing home beautiful memories and a few new pieces for my wardrobe.

Instead, I brought home a different way of living.

One rooted in presence.

In simplicity.

In confidence.

And in the quiet understanding that who you are is already enough.

Those may have been the greatest souvenirs France could have given me.

I’d love to know…

What was your biggest takeaway from today’s letter?

And if you were going to embrace just one of these ways of living…

Which one would it be?

I’d love to hear from you in the comments.

Until next week’s private letter…

With all my love,

XOXO,

Melissa Kathryn

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The more women who choose to live intentionally, the more powerful this community becomes.

I’ll see you next week.