A new time zone

Dear fellow travelers,

I used to think abundance would feel different. More spectacular. Bigger. More obvious. Like fireworks. Or at least like an Instagram post with an inspiring sunset and a quote about manifestation.

Instead, I'm sitting on my sofa today, marveling at just how unspectacularly happy I am right now. Not every moment, but generally speaking.

And that's new. Because in the past, there was always something. A problem. A search. A drama. Something was missing. Something that needed to be resolved.

There are still questions today. But they're no longer in the driver's seat.

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The other day, I realized that my partner and I have settled into our own rhythm.

We had actually just planned to stop by the lake for a little while. But it ended up turning into a few hours. No one seemed to be in a hurry. No one kept checking their watch. It was just summer.

I think abundance has a lot to do with time . Or, to be more precise, with the feeling that time isn't constantly working against you.

I've also noticed that I'm trying less and less to create the perfect day.

I used to want to plan wonderful experiences. Now they just happen. A conversation. A lake. An invitation. A woman from Mexico with a husky voice. A bunch of St. John’s wort on the way home. A bouquet of flowers. My summer spaces.

None of it was planned. And that's exactly why it was so nice.

Maybe that's the biggest difference. I used to think abundance was something you achieved. Today, it feels more like something that appears when you stop constantly searching for it.

Like a shy animal in the forest. The more you chase it, the faster it disappears.

I've also noticed something interesting: Some people need perfect conditions to feel comfortable. Others create conditions that allow them to feel comfortable almost anywhere.

I now belong to the second group. Not because my life has become perfect, but because I've learned to make room for it.

Sometimes that space is a cup of coffee. Sometimes it’s a notebook. Sometimes it’s the joy of the unexpected. Sometimes it’s simply the ability to pause for a moment and take it all in. And sometimes it’s the courage to step a little outside your comfort zone and see what happens.

Maybe that's the abundance everyone's always talking about. Not owning more. Not striving for more. But struggling less. Holding on less. Controlling less.

And suddenly having more space because of it. For surprises. For summer evenings. For gifts. For wonderful encounters. For joy.

I don't think my life has become any more spectacular. It's just become more pleasant.

And to be honest: That's more than enough.

With love and few plans,
Jeannette