Good things take time.
Tonight after dinner it hit me. I had one of those rare moments of complete peace. It is hard to exactly put into words how I felt, but I had an overwhelming feeling that I am exactly where I am meant to be.
There is not other word, religious or not, of what I am continually feeling here in Paris: blessed.
Everything in life takes time.
Good things take time.
It takes time to grow into your own person, learn what you like and what you don’t. It takes time to feel whole, yourself and comfortable in your own skin. It takes time to learn how to let go. It takes time to feel part of a family that isn’t your own, even if you were welcomed from day one. It takes time for two, very cute, French children to let their guard down, trust you and perhaps even, start to love you. It takes time to learn to speak French, and even more time to feel comfortable speaking it. It takes time to learn to live your own life, no matter the circumstance.
I spoke more French today than I have since I’ve gotten here. I had several conversations in French, in fact. If felt amazing and broke the wall of apprehension that I had built for myself.
Sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith, even if you may fail or perhaps worse, feel vulnerable in the process.
Tonight after I had gone to my room for the night, the little boy that I live with texted me “Bonne nuit.” While it seems like no big deal, it actually was a huge deal for him. He is always so serious, and for him to show any sort of emotion, showed that he cared.
Sometimes, you have to give people the space and time to open their hearts to you. (and you them.)
You need to be a trustworthy person.
At dinner his sister, wanted to sit by me, and not her dad. I flushed when the dad said in his broken English, “She prefers you to me tonight.”
When you open your heart to the world, the world opens it’s heart to you.
Believe it or not, it was a huge decision for me to move to Paris, unknowing the outcome. It felt like a huge battle between my head and heart. When really, in hindsight, they both knew, I just had to trust them.
In the words of the French singer, Irma, “You can’t fight your own heart, when you already know. You can’t fight your own mind, when you already know.”
Listen to your own heart and trust it.
Until next time, live a life of passion, adventure, and follow your own Helpless Wanderlust.