{Insightful Sunday} Actions speak louder than words.

Those that know me personally, know that I am a rather talkative individual, although, I think it's fair to say, that occasionally it seems as though I talk a lot, without really saying anything at all.  A particular habit that I have recently become aware of though, is that of my tendency to perhaps over-share.  I have always been a very open person & I can't say that I harbour many skeletons in my closet, but perhaps at times, I find myself opening up to the wrong people, or at inappropriate times.

Especially it seems, when it comes to dating.  I seem to continually find myself passing on information about my relationship history to potential suitors, like a standardised CV, perhaps under the misguided view that in being open & honest, laying it all out on the line, my historical errors won't come back to haunt me.  Only I've come to realise that perhaps my dragging up the past & pushing it into my potential future, isn't a healthy way to deal with things.

In fact, it's made me realise that perhaps I was failing to learn anything at all.  When it comes to dating, the one thing you have to accept, is that everyone has a past & something that is equally important to learn is, to simply leave it there.  We all come with baggage, some good, some horrifically bad.  The important thing is that we are who we are & where we are because of it & that's something we'd be well inclined to remember.

Of course things will arise & there will be occasions whereby we feel it necessary, or even cathartic to discuss our past relationships within the context of our current ones, but the idea is that everything we have been through has taught us something & every new relationship, is a chance to put into practice those hard learned lessons.  This is where it's important to take stock & do, rather than say.

Sometimes I find that I verbally process things, rather than do so internally & I can see how this can cause conflict within my relationships.  Knowing when to shut up, can be the hardest lesson at times.  Being able to leave your past behind you, in order to focus on what's in front of you can, admittedly be a challenge & occasionally, when you've gone through quite a life-changing process with someone in the past, it can be hard not to want to share that with someone new, as if to express to them 'you don't know what I've been through to be the person I am now!'

Yet, we have to learn to express this change & evolvement through our behaviour, not our words.  Start to actually be the change, rather than just conceptualise it.  It's also a good way to be present.  To be absorbed in who you're with at that moment.  Rather than always dwelling so passionately in the past, perhaps sometimes in a naive attempt at validating your current behavioural patterns.

I've always spoken very honestly & openly about my relationships, the highs, the lows & the bitter heartbreaks.  That is who I am & I don't wish to change that, but perhaps now, as I begin to gravitate towards the idea of being in someone's life again, I will try to be more conscious of leaving the past firmly behind & attempt to put into practice the lessons I've learned, from what has been a rich, if not sometimes difficult, relationship history.

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Well, it's clearly been a week for florals.  That's for sure.  The sun's been shining here in Berlin & with the temperatures still up on a daily basis & sweating it out at yoga six days a week, it's been nothing but bare face & yogi pants all week.

Last weekend, I experienced a collective dream evening at Yellow Yoga, courtesy of Katie, who gifted the experience to me for my birthday.  The pair of us arrived over an hour late, due to my inability to be organised, did an hour of yoga, thirty minutes of meditation, consumed a delicious vegan pumpkin soup for dinner & then slept on the floor with about ten other yogis.  Casual Saturday night activity.

We were woken up three times throughout the night, so that we could write down our dreams & then in the morning, super sleepy, we did some warm up exercises & then proceeded to sit in a circle & discuss what we'd dreamt, to see if there was any correlation, whilst someone illustrated the visions on our backs.

After which, we all strolled to the park for a yummy vegan breakfast picnic under the sun.  It was a pretty weird but awesome experience & as someone who is well known for her prolific dreaming, I did of course deliver in having intense & crazy dreams throughout the night.

This week saw the release of the fourth issue of the great Margate based, online publication, Brink Magazine, which I was really happy to be asked to contribute to.  I wrote a personal piece for the issue, reflecting on the joys of traveling, which fitted in with the issue's theme of freedom from conformity.  Something I am always keen to encourage.  Take some time to check it out, as well as Brink's back issues, which are all well worth a read.

Midweek, I managed to finally take a visit to Veganz, the all vegan supermarket in Prenzlauer Berg, where I had to restrain myself from over-indulging in just about everything.  I did leave with my favourite Booja Booja ice cream, a naughty vegan snickers bar, an insanely yummy tub of CoYo & a slightly disappointing carton of Rebel Kitchen's coconut & banana milk.  All of which I consumed in two days.  No restraint whatsoever.

It's safe to say that Berlin for me just blossoms into my idea of heaven more & more each day & with mère emailing me pictures of Mr Pig, I am more determined than ever to get sorted & settled with an apartment, so we can finally be reunited here in the city.  Strolling around town with my Pig would be the ultimate in dreaminess right now.  {swoon}

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{Resolution 3} Expect a Miracle.

Oh Berlin, how sneaky you are.  You crept up on me & took me completely by surprise.  Wrapping me up in your bosom & making me feel at home.  Now I am so settled within your urban scape, that I spend each day somewhat terrified of being parted from you.  The very thought of leaving your presence reduces me to tears, each & every time.

I remember back when I was fourteen & miserable, I decided that I would escape to live in Paris the moment I turned eighteen.  By the time I got to twenty, I was still living at home & still dreaming of Paris.  When I finally said goodbye to England for the last time, late July 2013, I thought I was setting off on a journey that would finally lead me to my dream life in the city of lights.  However, over a year later, it appears I have taken somewhat of a detour & ended up here in Berlin.

There is a somewhat magnetic pull, between my heart & this city & I am struggling not to give in.  I feel safe in its fluid energy.  Happy in its creative buzz.  Relaxed by its groove.  However, this feeling of settlement that washes over me, day in, day out, provides both a level of comfort & a pang of pain & trepidation.  It's been a while since I've genuinely had something to lose & I'd somewhat forgot how scary that can be.

With only a few hundred euros left nestling in my bank account, still nowhere permanent to live, my lack of the language keeping me from gaining the simplest of employment, my 'project' is all I have left to cling to, in hope of making 'shit happen'.  Whilst I have great faith in my ability to be abundant & manifest a positive outcome, I still can't help but stifle a pang of panic every now & then.

The thing is, in some ways, I'm happy to feel the bubbling nervousness.  It shows me how much I want it.  To be here, to finally be settled & at 'home'.  To have reached the end of what has been a tumultuous but life changing journey.  To be able to put into action, everything I've learnt over the past twelve months.

In essence, it is those very lessons that I need to put into practice now.  Like the final test of faith.  How much do you really believe?  How far are you willing to go?  At times it makes me crap my pants, the very thought that, despite having given up everything, from my money, to my possessions, to my security, my home, basically my entire life, now, in order to really start again, I need to be prepared to give up what's left.

What is left, I hear you ask.  Fear namely.  Fear of failing.  Fear that things won't work out.  Fear that I'm completely wrong with everything I believe.  Trusting in life, in the natural flow of things, is not easy & with the majority of society on the wavelength that you must think logically & be 'realistic' with your expectations, it's even harder to have a little faith & hold on to it.  Yet, every time I let go & trust, the lesson proves itself to me, time & time again.

I reach my cliff edge & I give up worrying that I might topple over, falling down into the abyss & all of a sudden a bridge appears before me & I'm able to carry on again.  The more this happens, the more I believe & the less & less I worry when I get to the next edge & the one after that.  Soon it all becomes one fluid movement, from one scenario to the next & all the seemingly negative situations that arise, suddenly seem like opportunities to reinforce my beliefs.

As I begin to approach, what feels like, the edge of the world, the final & biggest test of faith, I can only hope that I have it in me to let go completely, shed away the fear & make use of everything I have come to learn over the past twelve months.  To have sacrificed everything & learnt nothing, would be the ultimate fail & I'm too stubborn & too head strong to give up now.  I feel a connection to this city, like I've almost never felt before & I trust that if my gut says to stay, then I'll find a way to stay.

The doors will be opened to those who are bold enough to knock.
— Tony Gaskins

N.B.  All photos accompanying my Happiness Project posts will be taken from one of my Pinterest boards, which hosts all the images that make me happy.  Feel free to check it out in the meantime, for more happy snaps.

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