Hello my love,
Today’s post is going to be a bit different. It’s more just a post where I reflect, share my thoughts, share what I’m up to and give you some life updates in general. So, grab a cup of coffee and get ready for story time. I hope this post will be like a lovely conversation with a friend, a hug and something cozy to do on your Sunday.
If you follow me on Instagram, you probably already know that I’ve been traveling for the last six months, and that I moved to New Zealand two weeks ago to be with my love (my partner is from New Zealand). I started traveling in April, and it has been a whirlwind. I went to the Maldives, Sri Lanka, Bali and now I’ve moved to New Zealand. I’m in complete awe at how much can change in such a short amount of time. When I boarded that flight to the Maldives I had no idea I would meet my twin flame and move to New Zealand later that year. I had no idea the changes I would be making in my business, I had no idea that I would meet some of the most amazing people and make beautiful, lasting connections. I had no idea my yoga practice and my whole view on movement would change so drastically. I had no idea that this would be the year where I finally started expanding my business. I am the same person and yet I have grown, shifted and evolved so much. I feel that I have really stepped into my light, and I just continue to grow and evolve.
But let me rewind a bit here and tell you the story of how I even ended up in New Zealand. I met my partner in Sri Lanka a few months ago, and we just hit it off right away. We instantly felt a deep soul connection. I knew I wanted to be with him. We quickly realized that we were on a flight to Bali on the exact same date (how is that for synchronicity?!), and so we continued our love story in Bali, and I then went to New Zealand with him two weeks ago (which we had already planned in Sri Lanka). Mind you, I had never even been to New Zealand before. But I trusted my heart, intuition and inner voice. We both did (we still do). I knew with every fiber of my being that I was meant to go with him to New Zealand. I just knew. Over the years I’ve learned to trust my intuition and my heart so that’s what I did. I trusted what my inner voice was telling me.
And here we are. While it certainly comes with its own challenges moving halfway across the world, I absolutely love my life here. I love nature here, the quiet, the peace, the energy, the vibe, the friendliness, the beach… I just love it here. But it is also hard at times. I almost feel that I’m starting a new life here (which I guess in a way I am). I am meeting so many new people (Louis has like a gazillion friends and a huge family), I have joined a new yoga studio, I need to learn and get used to driving on the left side of the road, I have to make my own friends which is not that easy when you’re an adult and you work from home. I’m still just getting settled here, making it my home.
So, I am both loving it while also acknowledging that it is hard at times, and that I have to cultivate patience and grace for myself. I’m really having faith. I pray a lot. I’m connecting to God more than ever, and I have complete faith in God. I’m listening to worship music. This all helps a lot. My faith is my foundation. Of course, Louis is also incredibly supportive. He is my rock.
I’ve also gotten back into running since moving here which my soul is just loving. I absolutely love running. It brings me so much joy. I used to hate running. Or at least that was the story I was telling myself. However, one day I just felt called to go running and so I did, and as it turned out I loved it. I love that I get to be in nature, listen to music and just be. I actually feel like I’m connecting to God when I’m running in nature. It just feels refreshing for my soul. So, don’t always believe the stories you tell yourself, and if you feel called to do something, do it. I still practice yoga but it’s so different than it used to be, and I now love running just as much as I love my yoga practice. This morning I went on a run on the beach in the rain, and it felt so cleansing and refreshing. It just felt so good.
I know I’m jumping a little bit around in this post, and I might be a little bit all over the place, but really I’m just writing my heart out in this post, sharing my recent reflections. Something else I’ve been reflecting a lot on since moving to New Zealand is being an old soul in a modern world.
Anyone who knows me will know that I’m an old soul. My family and friends sometimes joke that I was just born 80 years old. I love history, old buildings, quiet mornings, sitting on the porch with my coffee while it’s pouring down, I love knitting, I am not one for small talk and surface level conversations, I’m not into drinking… I could go on and on. I often feel that I have lived many, many lives (who knows, maybe I have), and I honestly feel that I have a very deep and old soul. At the same time I’m also more introverted (probably no surprise). This can be rather challenging in a modern, fast-paced world. I often feel left behind. Many times I feel that I have arrived late to the station and the train has already departed and I’m just standing there with a couple of others old souls wondering if another train will ever come.
It is also challenging being an old soul when moving to a new country and having to be social, outgoing, making new friends, small talk and getting to know everyone. It is quite draining at times. It’s not always easy finding my fellow old souls. I don’t have a solution or conclusion. I’m just reflecting and sharing those reflections with you. I actually love being an old soul. I often feel like an old, wise grandma. I really don’t mind. But it absolutely can be challenging at times. I sometimes long for a time without cell phones. Generally, I’m just an incredibly nostalgic person. I think perhaps that just comes with being an old soul.
Okay, my loves, I think this is enough reflection for one blog post. Thank you so much for being here. For being on this journey with me. For your support. It means the world to me. I love you.
Love,
Heidi
