These weeks have been full of loving moments.
We have been settling down in our apartment trying to deal with French bureaucracy with love and patience. We have been spending time with friends and family, enjoying the nature and all the beautiful places around us.
I wanted this. I loved to travel during the last months, meeting people and places out there (and in here) I never imagined but, at the same time, I truly needed to be in one place to be able to create everything I want to create, to be able to deal with my ambitions and my love for routine in a sane way.
But, who said that being in one place means to be static?
Many things are happening right now. After all the physical movement that traveling brought, I feel that everything is clearer inside of me… Like when, after the wave exploded and reached the shore, it cleaned everything just to go back to the ocean and start all over again.
I was genuinely afraid a few weeks ago. I was afraid of loneliness, thinking that I was not good enough to do this. I was afraid of failure. At the same time, I knew that this was the moment I was waiting for so long, the time to act, the moment where actions were more valuable than words. And, since this seemed so scary, I truly wanted to escape from it. I almost did it. Almost.
After these weeks I feel bless and happy for the way things have being. It seems that life rewards you with her tenderness if you take the option to try new things, traveling in the direction of our fears as the picture says.
Sometimes our fears are dark, fat and enormous, like monsters… In this case, for me, my fat monsters were nothing more than extraordinary mountains in our backyard, new friends, lots of love and awesome opportunities to grow.
I’m happy I didn´t escape.
I didn´t realize it before but, I guess my biggest fear was to let all excuses go away and start being happy.