One of my favourite words in french is flâneur. It means one who enjoys wandering around and taking in what’s around them. It is the perfect word to describe myself if I’m in a new city or if I just need some air or inspiration. One of my absolute favourite cities to wander around in is Frankfurt. I never get bored when I’m here and it feels like around every corner something is going on.

The architecture is stunning and it’s the perfect city to grab an espresso and just people watch. As I was doing just that I realised how beneficial it is to just wander about and not think for a bit. To not have a plan and not worry about making one either. Just going with whatever happens. As it was my birthday this week, I naturally found myself wanted to set goals for myself that I want to accomplish for the coming year. I then slowly found myself (once again) trying to plan out every detail of how I was going to attain my goals. Sound familiar to any of you as well?

Why put that much pressure on myself? It’s an impossible task anyway. One can not plan every second of their lives. So why the hell do I think that I can? Of course, no one wants something bad to happen, but it’s those messy bits in life that have taught me the most. I have found that I learn the most and discover the more about myself when things don’t go according to plan. The bits in life that I have just stumbled upon seemingly by accident.

I realised my goal should be to not make strict goals at all. To have general ideas and “markers” in life that I want to achieve but not to get so hung up on exactly what that personal “success” looks like. Just let things happen as they are going to happen and work hard at every step of the way.

That is another reason why I love this city so much. I always start out the day with a plan when I visit but the day never goes how I thought it would end up. I always end up on some little personal adventure that leads to a burst of inspiration that I never expect. The feeling here is that everyone is working on something and seems to have somewhere to go but at the same time doesn’t have to be anywhere in particular either.

I think that is why I get on with this city so well, especially at the moment. I’m full of paradoxes but I have a clear vision of where I want to go and am working hard to get there, but at the same time I don’t want to care so much about the “how”. If I’m doing it all “right” or not. The best bit about wandering is that whatever journey or adventure you end up on it is one that is all your own. You made the decisions to make that right, that left, to enter that shop that had the gorgeous shoes in it’s window that you just had to have. You were always in control even though at times it felt as though something else guided your credit card into paying for said shoes.

Even when I feel lost in achieving my goals I remember wandering around this city. That even the times when I didn’t quite know where I’m going but I’m just enjoying the sights, taking it all in, the day ended up better than I had planned. I’m excited to see where this interesting new road I’ve wandered onto takes me next.

 

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