Tag: personal-growth

  • Living From the Heart: The Real Kind

    I have been given several blueprints and templates on my journey. The concept is always the same: live from the heart. 

    I used to think “living from the heart” meant being endlessly soft. Always forgiving. Always open. Always the one who loves a little harder, gives a little more, stays a little longer.

    Spoiler: that wasn’t living from the heart. That was living from fear, fear of losing love if I didn’t overextend myself.

    Real heart energy is quieter. Cleaner. It’s not about chasing connection, it’s about being it.

    Living from the heart isn’t romantic or poetic all the time. It’s gritty. It’s saying, “I love you, but I won’t lose myself again to prove it.”

    It’s realizing that boundaries are sacred. That sometimes the most loving thing you can do is walk away. That being at peace doesn’t mean being passive, it means being rooted in your own truth.

    Here’s what living from the heart actually looks like:

    You give because it feels aligned, not because you want to be chosen. You listen deeply, not to reply, but to understand. You forgive because it frees you, not because someone earned it. You stop performing your softness for people who only understand power.

    You start realizing that the real power is softness, when it’s conscious.

    Living from the heart means your inner masculine protects your peace, while your inner feminine keeps your heart open. You stop waiting for others to balance you, because that balance is already built inside you.

    And by spending time in a city I love the most, one that amplifies everything inside me, I can recognize the “flow state.” The inner peace. What being in alignment feels like. What inner union feels like. I don’t have to do anything when I’m there: I set foot at the bahnhof, and my energy body starts opening. My energy rises. I feel safe. I feel home.

    Leaving that city is a different story. I feel the crushing ache of being separated from a part of myself. I feel whole when I’m there: like all of me is finally in the same place at the same time. But I only go when I’m called. The distance teaches me detachment. That I can be “whole” without a person or a place completing me.

    And that’s the secret no one tells you: When you’re truly in your heart, you don’t fall in love, you rise in it.

    Living from the heart isn’t butterflies. It’s balance. It’s choosing love without losing discernment. It’s being gentle without being blind. It’s standing in your truth and letting it be enough.

    Maybe “living from the heart” doesn’t mean giving yourself away. Maybe it means finally coming home to yourself, fully, honestly, and without apology.

  • Terms & Conditions of a Daydream

    on daring to dream when reality doesn’t match our expectations (yet).

    Every day we hit accept.

    Cookies on websites. That it’s raining when we wore a summer skirt. That our hair will frizz, no matter how much serum we convinced ourselves to buy. That the night we’re supposed to look our best, the universe hands us drizzle, bad lighting, and an unplanned walk to dinner without an umbrella.

    We accept reality as it is. That’s grown-up life.

    But here’s the paradox: while we’re practicing all this day-to-day acceptance, we’re also daring. Daring to dream of the sunny apartment with hanging house plants and the terrace with a view. Of turning thirty on a Friday with a rooftop day-dance in the city we want to live. Of “window-shopping” motorcycles we don’t own yet, secretly knowing one day we’ll be taking switchback mountain roads like it’s second nature. Of surfing the waves while practicing on the balance board. Of one day cruising along the beach paths, surrounded by palm trees on the surfskate.

    We stroll through streets we feel like we’ve spent lifetimes wandering, dare to learn a new language, and discover new places in hopes that one day we’ll be dining there with the people we love. We spend hours “day-dreaming” aka. visualising the life we want.

    So, where’s the line? When does acceptance stop being surrender, and start becoming complacency? When does intuition-fueled dreaming turn into actual action?

    The truth is: we’ll never feel fully “figured out.” There’s no email that lands in your inbox saying, Congratulations! You now know exactly what you want, please proceed to checkout.

    What happens is this: the dream keeps circling back. It shows up in different forms; through songs, people you meet, places that tug at you, the bike engines you hear before you see them. And at some point, dreaming stops feeling like fantasy and starts feeling like oxygen. That’s when you know it’s not just “a nice idea.” It’s a pull.

    And the only thing left to do is accept that too. Accept that you’re never going to be 100% sure. Accept that intuition doesn’t come with guarantees. Accept that action always feels a little premature: until you take it, and realize the leap was the point all along.

    So maybe the real question isn’t how long until we take action? Maybe it’s how long do we want to keep pretending we’re not ready?

  • Congratulations, you raised your vibration. But how do you keep it?

    In the spiritual world, “raising your vibration” sounds like a permanent prize; like once you’ve done the yoga, the therapy, the shadow work, and maybe bought the overpriced sage, you get to live in eternal bliss. Birds wake you up. Candles glow just right. Everyone smells like bergamot.

    Except in reality? You wake up not to birdsong, but to a jackhammer outside your bedroom window. Your zen is blasted away by your neighbor’s LED floodlights, or the teenager upstairs practicing his nightly setlist of Italian R&B. Suddenly, your highly-tuned “spiritual gifts” (like being sensitive to smell) feel less like a blessing and more like a superpower no one asked for, especially on a sweaty, un-air-conditioned metro.

    And just when you think you’ve found a way to cope, every song, every TV show, every random conversation reminds you of that person. The one you do not want to remember. The universe seems to have gotten the memo wrong, and instead of delivering signs from your soulmate, it’s recycling reminders from someone you’d rather delete from your memory. 8 months in a row now. Seriously? I thought I did all my processing, healing and purging universe, what more do you want from me?

    They say you can’t control situations, only your reactions. Which sounds easy in theory, until your “reaction” involves getting annoyed out of your zen mode into your noise-canceling earplugs at 2 a.m.

    So what do you do? You adapt. You buy the eye mask. You turn up the music. You learn that keeping your vibration high doesn’t mean floating above it all like some celestial goddess – which by the way, I did at some point. Floaty had become my middle name, until even that reached its expiration date as I found out one cannot chill at the spiritual lounge forever. It doesn’t mean grounding yourself right in the mess of it either. It means balancing it all out and meeting in the middle; the heart. 

    And how do you live from your heart, when you just cannot – for the love of all that’s good – like the city you live in? Do you buy more house plants and surround yourself with the things you love? 

    Because even if you ran away to your favorite city, where you’d see almost everything you love daily, eventually the honeymoon phase would end, and you’d still find something to complain about: the rent, the taxes, the neighbors, the bills, the weather…

    And maybe that’s the point. Raising your vibration isn’t about avoiding the noise, the smells, the ghost of a person who is still haunting you, or the construction workers with no mercy at 7 a.m. It’s about holding your frequency in spite of them.

    And as I lay in bed, wrapped in earplugs, eye mask, with my calcite under my pillow and possibly mild resentment, I couldn’t help but wonder…

    Isn’t maintaining our vibration less about chasing peace, and more about choosing it, even when life gets loud?