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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRno4cSp7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277207562812244081</id><updated>2012-02-05T12:33:37.439+01:00</updated><category term="expectations expectativas" /><category term="férias" /><category term="passado" /><category term="soltar" /><category term="consciência" /><category term="crescer" /><category term="relacionamento" /><category term="ver" /><category term="SES" /><category term="n" /><category term="abundância" /><category term="sentimentos" /><category term="visualizar" /><category term="Lee Harris" /><category term="voz" /><category term="estórias" /><category term="mulher" /><category term="crianças" /><category term="e-book" /><category term="criar" /><category term="abandon selflove" /><category term="saltar" /><category term="arrependimento" /><category term="jogo" /><category term="amor próprio" /><category term="escolhas" /><category term="coragem" /><category term="amar" /><category term="cantar" /><category term="nutrillius" /><category term="círculo" /><category term="oceano ano novo" /><category term="perspectivas" /><category term="escola" /><category term="acreditar" /><category term="anjos angels alone só solidão" /><category term="respirar" /><category term="viagem" /><category term="livro" /><category term="perspectives" /><category term="educação" /><category term="heart" /><category term="mudar" /><category term="dualidade" /><category term="pontos de vista" /><category term="sonhar" /><category term="self-love" /><category term="violência" /><category term="sonho" /><category term="incapacidade" /><category term="confiar" /><category term="coração" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="choices" /><category term="iniciação" /><category term="reiki" /><category term="alma" /><category term="prazer" /><category term="chorar" /><category term="cabana" /><title>Almas Gémeas</title><subtitle type="html">Escrevo aqui o que me vai na alma. Desejo que vos ilumine e incite a caminhar.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7277207562812244081/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504262404511688274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3181_EKP-DY/TNb4Wo4MK9I/AAAAAAAAADc/34Wr-yvdgAI/S220/foto4.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/EPHsY" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ephsy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRno_fip7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277207562812244081.post-1601122861637984585</id><published>2012-02-05T11:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:33:37.446+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T12:33:37.446+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anjos angels alone só solidão" /><title>You're never alone! - Tu nunca estás só!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt1id9ccDNM/Ty5owYkoxBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4w7OJPGlwds/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:center; float:center;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vt1id9ccDNM/Ty5owYkoxBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4w7OJPGlwds/s320/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This last days have been challenging for me... and one morning as I was laying in bed, trying to breath and get into my body... I felt my hands, by chance, and it was amazing :) I could feel another hand holding my hand, in my both hands. There were there, at least, two Angels, holding my hand, remembering me that I am never alone in this 3D experience... uau, it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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And since then, I can always feel them, holding my hands... I just have to choose to feel it and there they are... they were always there but in the past I've chosen not to feel them. By not feeling them I could immerse myself in this human game, believing that I was alone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, you're never alone! There are always angels that take you by the hand, laugh with you and help wipe away your tears. But it is up to you to choose to feel them, they can not do this for you. It is your game and your choice of how you want to play it: with closed eyes or with open eyes ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Os últimos dias têm sido um desafio para mim ... e uma manhã enquanto estava deitada na cama, tentando respirar e ficar presente no meu corpo ... Senti as minhas mãos, por acaso, e foi incrível :) Eu podia sentir outra mão segurando a minha, em ambas as mãos. Estavam ali, pelo menos, dois anjos, a segurar as minhas mãos, lembrando-me que eu nunca estou sozinha nesta experiência 3D ... uau, foi incrível!&lt;br /&gt;
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E desde então, consigo senti-los sempre, segurando as minhas mãos ... Eu só tenho que escolher sentí-los e lá estão eles ... eles estiveram sempre lá, mas no passado eu escolhi não os sentir. Não os sentir, permitiu-me mergulhar completamente neste jogo humano, permitiu-me acreditar que eu estava sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lembra-te, tu nunca está só! Há sempre Anjos que te levam pela mão, riem contigo e ajudam a enxugar as tuas lágrimas. Mas tens que ser tu a escolher sentí-los, eles não podem (nem querem) fazer isso por ti. É o teu jogo e é a tua escolha de como o queres jogar: de olhos fechados ou de olhos abertos ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-1601122861637984585?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately what really gives me pleasure is to feel my heart, to feel into myself. And what do I find there: a child laughing and giggling, eager to see what adventure comes next. This heart-child sees all with innocence, all is new, all is an amazing adventure :) and I love this feeling of enjoying what is here and now and forgetting everything else: there is no yesterday and no tomorrow and I simply feel complete and joyful... this is to live!&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy life! Anything less then that makes no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-358452915944666290?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixei tudo para trás&lt;br /&gt;
Não levo bagagem&lt;br /&gt;
Carrego nada comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Estou vazia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cansei-me das vozes na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;
De tentar decidir e escolher&lt;br /&gt;
Cansei-me dos apegos às coisas e aos outros&lt;br /&gt;
Da azáfama de tentar manter essas coisas que não me pertencem&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora, estou aqui e agora&lt;br /&gt;
Quero ouvir esta voz que vem de dentro, lá do fundo&lt;br /&gt;
Vou ficar aqui parada até a ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Deixar que as coisas e pessoas venham até mim e que depois vão&lt;br /&gt;
Deixar fluir, ir e vir, vir e partir&lt;br /&gt;
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Cansei-me de empurrar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Cansei-me de tentar colocá-lo em ordem, controlá-lo&lt;br /&gt;
Chega, agora vou apenas deixar fluir&lt;br /&gt;
E ver, ver o que vêm e o que não vêm&lt;br /&gt;
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Decidi render-me, aceitar a vida&lt;br /&gt;
Aproveitar o que tenho em vez de chorar pelo que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;
Divertir-me e não levar isto tão a sério&lt;br /&gt;
Afinal parece que não importa, é apenas um jogo&lt;br /&gt;
Uma experiência, não há certos nem errados&lt;br /&gt;
E sou eu afinal que crio tudo isto, o que gosto e o que não gosto&lt;br /&gt;
Cansei-me de reclamar, de lutar&lt;br /&gt;
Quero aproveitar a vida, sentir, descobrir&lt;br /&gt;
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Olhar o horizonte sem expectativas&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar apenas para admirar a sua extraordinária beleza!&lt;br /&gt;
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I left it all behind&lt;br /&gt;
I do not take luggage&lt;br /&gt;
I carry nothing with me&lt;br /&gt;
I am empty&lt;br /&gt;
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I got tired of the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to decide and choose&lt;br /&gt;
I got tired of attachments to things and others&lt;br /&gt;
The hustle and bustle of trying to keep these things that do not belong to me&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I'm here and now&lt;br /&gt;
I want to hear this voice from within, from deep within&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be standing here until I listen to it&lt;br /&gt;
Letting things and people come to me and then go&lt;br /&gt;
Let it flow, come and go, come and go&lt;br /&gt;
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I got tired of pushing the world&lt;br /&gt;
I got tired of trying to put it in order and controlling it&lt;br /&gt;
Enough, now I just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;
And see, see what come and what does not come&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to surrender, accept life&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy what I have instead of crying for what I don't have&lt;br /&gt;
Have fun and not take it so seriously&lt;br /&gt;
After all it seems it doesn't matter, it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;
An experience, there is no right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;
And after all I create all this, what I like and what I dislike&lt;br /&gt;
I got tired of complaining, fighting&lt;br /&gt;
I want to enjoy life, feel, discover&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look at the horizon without expectations&lt;br /&gt;
Look just to admire its extraordinary beauty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-5168031135806310174?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You abandon yourself when you put your attention on the other and believe that this other can give you things you can not give yourself. You abandon yourself when you cry and get depressed because the other is not present... but you are present and you are neglecting yourself as if you were not important.&lt;br /&gt;
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You give the other power over you by doing this. &lt;br /&gt;
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Others can not abandon you! Only you can do it! Love yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;With love and blessings to you all :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-8554904648361020191?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
but if that is enough to bring them from a place of complete disbelieve to a place of doubt that will by it self be worth whatever they might think of me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And with this thought I decided to share it anyway: there is magic in the world, I have seen it! You can believe that you ask and it is given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-4853954783167259565?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Once my heart asked me to jump into the abyss... after some consideration, after looking at all the possibilities... I jumped and.... Uau!! it was amazing, I felt so alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that first jump I jumped again... and again it was amazing. And every time I jump I feel more alive and allow myself to see more opportunities, more jumps ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My first jump was to quite my job and start a whole new life that I had no idea where it would take me, then I made the trip to Austria and Germany that I could not afford :D and then I jumped again: to live in beautiful Austria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now I realized that after jumping there is no turning back, not because it is not possible to undo the jump but because everything less then jumping into the unknown feels like small, feels like fear, feels like not living...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And here I am about to bring into reality my deepest dream: to let my light shine to the world and say what I have to say, say that I can and want to assist/facilitate others to connect with themselves. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But with it comes my deepest fears: what if I am not good enough? what if it does not work out? what will others say/thing about me? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mind tells me: you can do other things for a living. Yes, I can do millions of things that would bring me money but I don't want to do it, I want to follow my heart, jump again, cross the fire of fear and self-doubt... because anything else feels like not living...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enough of borders, of limits, of not looking at my fears... I want to do this with all my heart, from the deepest of my heart, with my all 4 hearts ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the last days I have been receiving the message: be true to yourself. Through Lee Harris "&lt;a href="http://leeharrisenergy.blogspot.com/"&gt;May Energy Forecast&lt;/a&gt;" and Oriah's book "&lt;a href="http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/"&gt;The invitation&lt;/a&gt;" (that I found by change).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be true to myself and follow my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-3077735136696757700?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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urgent thing &lt;br /&gt;
to do &lt;br /&gt;
today &lt;br /&gt;
is &lt;br /&gt;
to live!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
A única &lt;br /&gt;
coisa urgente&lt;br /&gt;
para fazer&lt;br /&gt;
hoje é &lt;br /&gt;
Viver!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
Dringend&lt;br /&gt;
ist nur zu leben!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Ich entschuldige mich für meine nicht so gut Deutsch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-3134107219522828797?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Osho &lt;i&gt;Ah, This!&lt;/i&gt; Chapter 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-385801866361713877?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to experience unworthiness and lack, you can, for example, pick a poor family that believes it is different. A rural environment can provide isolation and lack. Of course, it also depends on the lenses you’re using to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, it is tempting to blame family and the environment where someone grew, for that person’s life. But it is the other way around: each one of us has picked its’ own family and environment to acquire the needed material for the chosen experience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And by realizing this I made peace with my family and place of birth and growing. What I have experienced it is not their fault, it was my choice: my chosen life experience. And the choice of the lenses is still mine: I can see it has a traumatic experience or as an experience. I chose the pink ones today; I’m bored with the gray ones ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uma criança nasce pura e "vazia". Um bebé, apenas é, não tem nenhum condicionamento. Mas se essa alma quer experimentar algo e precisa de fronteiras, crenças e condicionamento, como é que os adquire? Escolhendo uma determinada família e meio, para nascer e crescer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se quiseres experimentar indignidade e escassez, podes, por exemplo, escolher uma família pobre que acredita que é diferente. Um ambiente rural pode também fornecer isolamento e escassez. Claro que também depende das lentes que usas para olhar para tudo isto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Às vezes, é tentador culpar a família e o ambiente onde alguém cresceu pela vida que essa pessoa tem. Mas é ao contrário: cada um de nós escolheu a sua "própria família e ambiente para adquirir os materiais necessários para viver a experiência escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ao perceber isto fiz as pazes com a minha família e com o sítio onde nasci e cresci. O que eu tenho vivido não é culpa deles, foi a minha escolha: a experiência que escolhi viver. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E a escolha das lentes com que olho para tudo isto continua minha: posso vê-lo como uma experiência traumática ou como uma experiência. Hoje escolho as lentes cor de rosa, chega das cinzentas ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-1220794095701712661?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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An example: here I was trying to decide what to do. I have a million ideas and don't know where to start... though about writing a question to Lee Harris, for his &lt;a href="http://www.loaradionetwork.com/jewels.html"&gt;talk show&lt;/a&gt;. Didn't send the question but listened anyway to the show and for my surprise the first question, sent by Natasha, was exactly that: I have a lot of ideas/projects and don't know which to start with. ahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;
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The answer sounded to be just for me...&lt;br /&gt;
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Answers always come. But sometimes it is something completely different of what I expected it to be and because of that I cannot "see" it. Other times I'm not ready for the changes the reply would bring to my life and then I "ignore it", like it was not the right answer. &lt;br /&gt;
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For example: when I was making cookies to sell, I asked for a solution to improve the 1 hour I took to make 1K of cookies. The reply came with a big cookie cutter with different shapes. But I said "it cannot be, my cookies only have one shape." I was not ready to have an easier life so I could not see that reply as being a good solution...&lt;br /&gt;
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The things I don't "see" or accept, just because I'm too attached to what I know, to what is, ignoring all possibilities, all other potentials that could be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Continua a espanta-me como as respostas às minhas perguntas chegam cada vez mais rápido e mais precisas do que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um exemplo: eu tenho um milhão de ideias e não sei qual concretizar, nem por onde começar... pensei escrever uma pergunta para o &lt;a href="http://www.loaradionetwork.com/jewels.html"&gt;talk show&lt;/a&gt; do &lt;a href="http://leeharrisenergy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lee Harris&lt;/a&gt;. Não a enviei, mas ouvi de qualquer forma o show e para minha surpresa, a primeira pergunta (enviada pela Natasha) era exatamente a minha questão: eu tenho um monte de ideias / projectos e não sei por onde começar. ahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;
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A resposta pareceu-me ser mesmo para mim ...&lt;br /&gt;
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As respostas vêm sempre. Mas às vezes é algo completamente diferente do que eu esperava e por isso não consigo "vê-la".&lt;br /&gt;
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Outras vezes, eu não estou pronta para as mudanças que a resposta iria trazer à minha vida e por isso "ignoro-a". Como se não fosse a resposta certa. Por exemplo: quando eu fazia bolachas para vender, procurei uma solução para diminuir a 1 hora que demorava a fazer 1K das ditas. A resposta veio na forma dum cortador de bolachas com formas diferentes, mas eu pensei "não pode ser, as minhas bolachas têm uma só forma." Eu não estava pronta para ter uma vida mais fácil por isso eu não podia ver esta resposta como uma boa solução...&lt;br /&gt;
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As coisas que não "vejo" ou não aceito porque estou muito agarrada aquilo que conheço, ao que é, limitando a mudança que poderia ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-241722184070967773?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Better later than never ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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It keeps amazing me how different people are.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've friends that change their name regularly, sometimes emails came with an unknown name/address and then I realize they did same ritual or something changed in their lives and they changed their name... as simple as changing cloths.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other friends think it's very strange that I decided to introduce myself with a different name. And sometimes I still feel the need to explain that Sofia is my second name... &lt;br /&gt;
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For some changes are common and usual, to others change is strange. Life in it's wonderful diversity :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Continuo a admirar-me com a diversidade de personalidades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho amigos que mudam regularmente de nome. Às vezes nem sequer avisam, só depois de receber um email com um nome desconhecido é percebo que algo mudou ;) Simples, como mudar de roupa, não precisa de explicações.&lt;br /&gt;
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Outros amigos acham muito estranho que eu agora me apresente como Sofia... e às vezes sinto a necessidade de explicar que nem é uma mudança assim tão grande, é afinal o meu 2º nome...&lt;br /&gt;
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Para alguns é a coisa mais natural, para outros é algo muito estranho. A beleza da diversidade humana ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-383021998240629580?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But today I realized that feelings, are like everything else in life: we can choose to look at them in different perspectives. And if we allow ourselves to look at them without judgment, they can bring us great insights and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I got a really bad headache and my heart was jumping like a crazy horse. I could not sleep. In the morning was even worst... but I let myself feel it: I was frustrated and angry... with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to create but I've stopped myself, day after day, by limiting my options, by setting the limits too low: can't do this because I don't speak German, can't do that because I don't know a place where I can do it, and so on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was bursting of frustration, feeling everything I want to express closed in a very tiny little box. I keep saying yes to things I do not want, just because I want the money and because it feels safe. But my heart cares not for that, it feels the deep desire inside me to express so much more, so much more... it wants to jump again and again with no safety net, just jumping into the void, into the field of all possibilities, of infinite potentials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe is not fun anymore, I want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want this tiny little box where I close myself saying: yes, I can do this and that. Yes, I can, but I do not want to. I want to express more, so much more then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today I decided to close Nutrillius (my previous creation/business) and start a new one. It already has a name, but it's secret ;) (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a mixture of fear and excitement. Fear because my mind doesn't know where to start (but my heart has no fear) and excitement for the new that starts to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy, my head is fine and my heart is just bumping with joy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the I AM that I AM. All that I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart, wherever it leads you, nothing else matters in life, nothing else. You might not see the path, or the net below when you jump, but your heart can feel it and it knows without any doubt that that is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No risk, no fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria das vezes evito os "maus" sentimentos, como a tristeza ou a raiva... e outros que eu classifico como ruins. Mas hoje eu percebi que os sentimentos são como tudo na vida: podemos escolher olhar para eles de diferentes perspectivas. Se nos permitirmos olhar para eles sem julgamentos, podem trazer-nos muita sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem à noite tinha uma terrível dor de cabeça e o meu coração batia desenfreadamente. Não conseguia dormir. Hoje de manhã estava pior... mas permiti-me sentir: estava frustrada e com raiva... de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero criar, mas coloco obstáculos a mim mesma, dia após dia, ao limitar as minhas opções, definindo os limites muito baixos: não posso fazer isto porque não falo alemão, não posso fazer aquilo porque não conheço um lugar onde o fazer, e assim por diante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha cabeça estava a explodir de frustração, sentindo tudo que eu quero expressar fechado numa caixa muito pequenina. Continuo a dizer sim a coisas que eu não quero, só porque quero o dinheiro e porque parece seguro. Mas o meu coração não quer saber disso, ele sente apenas o desejo de expressar muito mais, muito mais... ele quer saltar, uma e outra vez, no vazio, no campo de todas possibilidades, das potencialidades infinitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro já não é divertido, eu quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero esta caixa minúscula onde me fecho dizendo: sim, eu posso fazer isso e aquilo. Sim, eu posso, mas eu não quero. Quero expressar mais, muito mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, hoje, decidi fechar a Nutrillius e começar algo novo. Já tem nome, mas é segredo ;) (por enquanto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma mistura de medo e excitação. Medo porque a minha mente não sabe por onde começar (mas o meu coração não tem medo) e emoção pelo novo que começa a desabrochar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me feliz, a minha cabeça está óptima e o meu coração bate de alegria :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que EU SOU. Sinto tudo o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o teu coração, onde quer que ele te leve, nada mais importa na vida, nada mais. Mesmo que não vejas o caminho, ou a rede abaixo, o teu coração pode senti-los e ele sabe, sem qualquer dúvida, que esse é o caminho a percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não arrisca, não petisca, lá diz o ditado ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-6492732461427577595?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Procurei-a fora de mim, nos outros, nas situações, no que possuía, tudo para chegar à conclusão que o que está fora não interessa, não é isso que me faz feliz ou infeliz. A felicidade é uma escolha, é um estado de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos olhar a vida por 1 milhão de diferentes perspectivas, cabe-nos a nós escolher qual queremos. A do medo que nos diz que a vida é difícil? Ou a da beleza que nos diz que tudo é perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei tudo na minha vida: já perdi a conta em quantas casas morei ou quantos empregos tive. Tenho um namorado que é tudo o que eu pedi. Mudei-me para um país lindíssimo. Tenho uma casa e uma vida confortável. Tenho amigos. Mudei de nome (é verdade, agora chamo-me Sofia). Mas dei por mim triste nos últimos dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a queixar-me do frio (aqui 10º é um dia quente) e de não ter dinheiro para tudo o que quero e do curso de alemão que é muito caro, etc, etc, etc... a cada queixa do frio podia escolher olhar as montanhas semi-cobertas de neve, que me deixam sem palavras. De cada vez que penso que não tenho € suficiente, podia lembrar-me do homem fantástico com quem partilho a vida, dos meus amigos,... da coragem de deixar tudo para trás e mudar completamente de vida (outra vez) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma escolha. Parece demasiado simples? Pois, parece, mas não é. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hábito de voltar às velhas rotinas de ver da perspectiva negativa, de ver apenas o que não quero, volta uma e outra vez para me perguntar "Tens certeza que queres ser feliz? Passámos tanto tempo juntos. Não queres reconsiderar?" E a minha resposta é novamente "NÃO, não quero reconsiderar. Quero ser feliz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolho ver a vida pelos óculos cor-de-rosa e não pelos cinzentos. Achas que é uma tonteira? Achas que a vida não é cor-de-rosa? É a tua escolha e tens todo o direito a ela. Eu por mim, estou um bocado farta da perspectiva cinzenta e por isso vou mudar, mas não há nada de errado em escolher esse ponto de vista. É como tudo na vida, é apenas uma escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil culpar os outros: o emprego, o chefe, o namorado (ou a falta dele), o tempo, o governo,... uau, tantos culpados! Eu culpei-os a todos e mudei tudo uma e outra vez, apenas para chegar à conclusão que nada disso importa ou faz a diferença em como me sinto. Posso sentir-me a mais infeliz das pessoas mesmo tendo tudo o que sempre desejei. Eu posso escolher SER feliz, não é algo que se tenha ou se compre ou que alguém nos dê. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas escolher SER feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we long and search for. I searched for it outside of myself, in others, in situations, in my possessions. Only to realize that what's outside matters not for my happiness or unhappiness. It is a choice, a state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to look at live through a million of different perspectives. Is up to us to choose the one we want. Do I choose the perspective of fear, that tells me that life is hard? Or do I choose to see through the perspective of beauty that tells me that everything is perfect as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve changed everything in my life: lost count on how many houses I lived or how many jobs I had. I have a boyfriend that’s everything I asked for. Moved to a beautiful country. Have a cosy house and a comfortable life. I have friends. Changed my name (yup, now my name is Sofia). But found myself sad, the last days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always complaining about the cold (10º is a good day) or about not having enough money or about the very expensive German course, and on and on… instead of complaining about the cold I could have chosen to look at the beautiful mountains half covered with snow. Each time I think I have not enough money, I could have remembered the amazing men I shared my life with, or my friends… or my courage to leave everything behind and start a new life (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a choice. It seems too easy? Yes, it does, but it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old habit of seeing only what I don’t like, comes back again and again to ask me “Are you sure you want to be happy? We have spent so many time together. Don’t you want to reconsider?” And my answer is again “No, I will not reconsider. I want to be happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to see live through the pink glasses e not through the gray ones. Do you think it’s nonsense? That life is not pink? It’s your choice and you’re entitled to it. I’m tired of seeing it gray and so I choose to change. Like everything else, is just a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easier to blame others: the job, the boss, the boyfriend (or the lack of it), the weather, the government… wow, so many things/persons to blame! I blamed them all e changed everything again and again. Just to realize that nothing matters or makes the difference on how I feel. I can be the unhappiest person even having everything I wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can choose TO BE happy. Is not something that I can have or buy or that someone can give me. It is only BEING (happy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7277207562812244081-4875679925066658600?l=2almas-gemeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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