🍀Happiness – Arriving at myself /Thoughts on the turn of the year

Between Christmas and New Year's, the following questions are often asked:

What do I wish for?

What should change?

What do I want to achieve in the new year?

I'm increasingly realizing that another question has become more important to me:

What does happiness really mean?

These days I am reading the little book "Being Happy " byEva Auland .

A book that explains nothing, demands nothing, promises nothing.

It's reminiscent.

One thought from it has stayed with me in particular – it goes something like this:

Happiness is not something we have to achieve.

It's something we notice when we become quiet enough.

This sentence takes the pressure off me.

He embraces constant striving.

And he brings me back to myself.

On the road🚅

I'm sitting on the train.

On the way from Berlin to Paris.

The landscape is passing by, everything is in motion.

For a long time I believed that this was exactly what happiness was:

To be on the move, to travel on, to arrive somewhere else.

A new place.

A new chapter.

A new life.

Today I feel something different.

As everything outside passes by, I realize:

Happiness does not arise from external activity.

It arises where I find inner peace.

The train is leaving.

Not me.

I'm here.

With me.

Happiness is not a destination 🏁

We live in a time where change almost seems like a promise.

If we only change the location.

The job.

The relationship.

The city.

But satisfaction does not arise from external changes,

but by engaging in a relationship with what is.

With ourselves.

With our lives.

At our pace.

When I am at peace with myself,

when I accept myself,

when I stop leaving myself,

Then I can be anywhere.

Then any location is possible.

And nobody has to save me.

Home within me 🥰

I feel it very clearly, especially here in Paris.

I feel at home.

Not because it's Paris.

But because I took myself with me.

I love myself right now.

Not loud, not perfect, but honest.

And perhaps that's exactly the point:

If I hold on, I am not alone.

No matter where I am.

Happiness as an inner state🙃

The book reminds me of

that happiness is not something we can create or control.

It is something that is created,

when we stop constantly being somewhere else – internally.

Perhaps happiness is not a goal.

Perhaps it's a condition.

A state of arrival.

Inside me.

Happy New Year! 🎆

I don't wish for anything more for this new year.

I long for closeness to myself.

Become still.

Sense.

Don't push me any further.

Don't question me any further.

Perhaps happiness begins right there:

where we stop looking

and begin to be there.

What wishes do you have for yourself?

I am Woman.💗