Sunday morning in Paris.

Sunday morning in Paris ๐ŸŒธ

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Sundays are my favourite, especially when I get to wake up in a beautiful city that is not my own, like it happened last weekend.ย My boyfriend and I flew out to France on Wednesday, the 12th September, in order to celebrate my 25th birthday in Paris, which turned out to be an amazing and very memorable one. ๐Ÿ’›

The five days spent in Paris were so healing for my monkey mind. These holidays were a welcomed break in my usual work, fitness routine and overall day-to-day life as well as a break inย my mental chatter and in the not-so-positive spin of thoughts and emotions that I sometimes experience. Plus, my boyfriend and I spent a lovely time together exploring the beautiful city of Paris.

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On my last morning in Paris, I decided to walk to a small and beautiful Parisian cafe and devote some time to journaling.ย I feel very lucky to have a boyfriend who is so supportive and caring. He always gives me the time and space I need and whenever I feel an urge to spend a couple of hours alone writing down my thoughts or doing something else, he immediately backs me up. I guess that this what love is: to be with someone who builds you up, rather that who drags you down ๐Ÿ’› ย 

I have been journaling almost every day for the past one and a half months and I am planning to continue to do it so. Getting into the habit of journaling was from far one of the best things I have done for my mental health. There is so much rattling around my brain all the time and getting my thoughts out of my head and down on paper has been keeping me more grounded and helping me to tune into my feelings and emotions.

 

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Are you also into journaling? Would love to know in the comments! ๐Ÿ™‚

Much Love,

Blissfully Grateful

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