The usual rite of passage, testing one's wings so to speak, generally happens as a 20-something. So, why was I doing it as a 40-something? It's okay, I told myself, 'pas de problème'. I am an independent, competent, and mature adult.
But then, why was I feeling intimidated and overwhelmed? Why was I was asking myself: "What the hell are you doing all alone in Paris, where you didn't know a single soul?