Follow me and everything is alright.

“I haven’t decided yet if it’s the wind that blows you in the right direction or if the stars align for you every time you make a decision.” Said my trustee parisian friend VIP.

“Maybe it’s a bit of both.” I laughed.

But really I was very touched that someone could say that about my life. Because most of the time, I’m just like: “Whaaaaat the fuuuuck am I doing.”

As I was spending this unplanned yet very filled weekend back in Paris, I was definitely letting the wind blow me wherever it wanted, and that’s the way I am planning to spend the next month a half in Europe. I haven’t bought any train or plane tickets in advance and I am just waiting to see what happens. And so far this has been a really pleasant ride.

But sitting at the café on the Canal Saint-Martin, next to where I used to live over a year ago, I remembered how I came to leave Paris and move to Aussie-land.

From the moment I decided to quit my job, every step I took was lighter and easier. All the difficulties and oppositions I thought I was going to face never happened and everything went amazingly smoothly. Or much much smoother than anything I could imagine anyway. This time the stars aligned for me.

“It’s like… Whether I don’t know where I’m heading and waiting for a push or whether I’m working for something that I want, I think that as long as it comes from my guts, as long as my intentions are pure, I believe everything’s gonna be alright.” I told VIP.

Take a chance. Dive headlong. It’s not like I’m going to drown anyway.

Not that it’s always easy. Far from it. I am so wrong on so many levels sooo many times, but at least I like to think that I try, pretty hard, to listen to my instincts. I look for that feeling in my ribcage and my stomach all the time.

Maybe that’s what people call luck.

But I don’t believe in luck.

Nothing good is a miracle. Nothing lovely is a dream. RB.

XoXo – From Paris with Love