Category: articles

Wednesday, 28.01.2026

the last of us

article

this blog is officially closed 🚧
or maybe not closed.
let’s say: suspended.
no, closed!

you see? this is not easy.
exciting, but not easy.
lots of memories. lots of moments.
happy ones. sad ones.

there won’t be any new stuff here. I moved to a completely new place.
telling this story from the beginning. all over again.
leaving this huge luggage of the past. of yesterday’s me.
this story has to be rewritten. the proper way.

there is no change without changing.
and no leaving without leaving.

fresh start. same idea. new approach.

see you on 𝕏 and Medium:
@gregonliving

Monday, 26.01.2026

I feel like I was writing this kind of post two hundred times in the past. I’m always starting again, always from scratch, always trying to build something, always trying to change many things. and eventually always failing. well, this is not true. not all true. I’m always failing with the whole plan, but always making a few steps forward, always improving something in my life. sometimes it’s one little thing, another time it’s five huge things. it’s never the whole story, but it’s always something. and it’s ok. actually it’s very ok. I’m giving myself permission to not feel guilty about my past attempts, to not call them failures, to start again.

so, where I am now? let’s see.

  • it’s monday, 7 am. is there a better time to start something than monday morning?
  • 73.1 kg on my scale – this is important. for me. I’m trying to go below 70 kg. well, I remember when I was trying to go below 80 kg.
  • drinking my coffee. with oat milk. without sugar. this no‑sugar thing is hard. but I’m doing it again. I feel like sugar is responsible for 20% of bad things in my life. it’s probably not true, but it shows how big this fight is for me right now.
  • I’m a little ill right now. a big runny nose that already moved to my sinuses. I rested most of the weekend, but today my body has to start getting ready for a lot of movement, exercise, dancing.
  • and yeah, I’m still learning to dance. jazz, modern jazz, contemporary. third year. still having the greatest fun with this. still feeling there’s so much to learn, so much to improve. I’m so far from what I want to accomplish that I’m actually scared to even write about it.
  • I’m 41 years old. not so important, but… kind of is. or maybe not? I live the life of someone closer to 30. but I’m 41. this is a topic I’ll have to think about one day. but not today. and not tomorrow.
  • I’m writing in english. still. last year, during one of my transformations, I switched my life – and my blog – from polish to english. I always wanted this, tried several times, but only the last change really clicked. it’s harder than living in polish (I live in poland, so…), but it was worth it.
  • I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. this is also important. I’m fighting with food all the time. or… a better way to say it: I’m paying close attention to what I eat and when I eat. this framing works better for me.
  • I’m writing this on my beloved ipad. standing. drinking coffee. listening to calm music. with too many ideas in my head. for this blog. for my life. for the next fights.

this is the life I want to live.

let’s see what happens next.

Koniec roku 2026
Koniec

Saturday, 06.12.2025

yesterday’s started as something small. slow (without ), favorite , kitchen , some december’s sunlight on the table. nothing big, actually I felt I was finally for a moment. and I just wanted to write a few down and enjoy the moment. but somehow… it turned into one of the most important conversations I’ve had here in a long time. and it wasn’t even a typical chat.

I was using my special profile – the one built for deep, reflective conversations, full of long instructions, layers, and rules that help me look at patterns I don’t usually see myself. I talked out loud into the transcribe function of chatgpt. my voice turned into . that text went to chat, then I tapped to listen to the . so the whole thing felt like to someone, but with little pauses in between – not a voice chat, not typing, more like a strange, gentle rhythm of speaking, listening, noticing. I like this kind of conversations, it’s like having chatgpt responses to my entries. well, it’s exactly like that.

and somehow that rhythm opened something. I thought I was simply appreciating a good . instead, it became a mirror. and it showed something completely different than calmness and slowness.

what I expected to be a soft, gentle check-in ended up showing me a pattern I wasn’t fully aware of – the way I stretch myself, how I avoid disappointing , how easily I sacrifice the parts of me that should be protected. and I didn’t notice it until now. until that that felt “too good,” too light, too calm… and suddenly made sense in a completely different way.

the entire lasted about two hours, mixed into my whole morning. two hours of talking, pausing, listening, thinking, and slowly arriving somewhere completely unexpected.

I didn’t plan this. I didn’t look for it. it just happened.

I want to keep this as a footprint. not because someone else has to read it, but because I want to have it on my path – a reminder of the moment something clicked, quietly and unexpectedly. a moment where a perfect turned into a turning point.

so below is the full . lightly edited (I also blurted-out a few very personal stuff), but it’s mostly as it happened.

a morning that changed shape halfway through. a morning that showed me something about myself I wasn’t planning to see. a morning worth keeping.

Monday, 01.12.2025

today feels like the real beginning of something I’ve been trying to do for years: quitting sugar. completely. and it’s already the second day of this journey.

the funny thing is, it’s not like I’ve been stuffing myself with sweets every day. actually, the opposite. for the last few years I’ve been slowly cutting sugar down, reducing it step by step. well, for most days I guess. let’s put it this way: I had my moments. no dessert after lunch, no candy during the day. drinks were a different story – I haven’t touched regular coke for a long time, but even the zero version felt like drinking something sugary. still, sometimes I managed to avoid that crap. but even with all that progress, I could never make the final cut – the moment where sugar disappears completely from my life. there was always something. a little bit in my morning coffee with oat milk and that one teaspoon of sugar – which I loved having every day. a tiny snack at home. small, harmless exceptions that kept the door open.

and this is the part I could never beat.

until now.

a few days ago I decided that when I finished the sugar I already had at home, I simply wouldn’t buy more. no big ceremony, no diet, no huge rules – just: when the jar is empty, that’s it. and two days ago, I used the last teaspoon.

there was this strange moment when I thought about giving myself one last small goodbye treat. one last sugary coffee. one last piece of that cake I had in my kitchen cabinet. something symbolic. but the more I thought about it, the more it felt wrong. I didn’t want the last treat to decide the ending for me. I didn’t want sugar to get a goodbye celebration. I wanted the choice to be mine.

so I did something I’ve never done before:

I poured the coffee out.

I skipped the cake, just broke it into small pieces and threw it away.

and I decided that I am the one closing this chapter.

and yesterday, I had my first coffee without sugar – and I didn’t fight with it. I didn’t avoid it. I didn’t panic inside like the last times. I just accepted it, calmly, like something that simply belongs in my life now. I wasn’t trying to survive a rule. I was just living with a decision. so many similarities to my first day without cigarettes many years ago.

and you know what? like with cigarettes – the first day without it was quite easy. the excitement of having this new journey, this progress in my life – it helped me survive. the second day is much worse, because you know, I’m not “quitting” anymore. it’s the day of new reality. sugarless reality. so on this second day… coffee without sugar isn’t so good. it doesn’t taste like victory, it tastes like new rules, new me. but it’s ok.

talking all of this through with my chatgpt companion helped more than I expected. it made me say things out loud instead of keeping them floating in my head. it reminded me why this matters: I want more energy. I want to feel healthier – no, I want to be healthier. I want to be stronger in my dance training. I want my mind to be clean and focused. quitting sugar isn’t only about sugar – it’s about trusting myself enough to follow through with something that’s good for me. it’s about getting even stronger.

I know the real test will happen in the store in a few days. that moment when I pass the sugar shelf and my hand automatically wants to reach out. but I also know that if I hold that line for a few days – maybe a week, maybe two – it’s over. for real this time. and I feel it’s coming.

so yesterday was day one of zero sugar. today is just another day of new me.

not because my life was full of sugar before, but because I finally removed the last tiny piece of it.

the final detail.

the last exception.

the door fully closed.

next step?

fast food. eating outside. shutting down another old habit.

see you at the next station – in a few weeks I hope.

Koniec

Tuesday, 21.10.2025

part one – emotion

I watched a Polish the other day – a between journalist Bogdan Rymanowski and professor Grażyna Cichosz. It’s called “żywieniowy przekręt (link here),” which roughly means “the nutrition scam.” It’s a long, emotional talk about , , and a global that, according to the professor, has been poisoning us for decades. I didn’t plan to watch it. someone I know sent it to me, meaning it was worth watching. but I could feel what she meant. and that’s what caught my attention – not the itself, but how easily we still believe in something just because it feels powerful, dramatic, or brave.

the professor speaks with – about and , , , , and how “they” (globalists, corporations, , whoever fits the narrative) have fooled the . she calls modern dietetics a , a fraud, and people in power part of a massive plan.

it’s emotional, almost theatrical. and that’s the thing – it works.

Koniec roku 2025
Koniec

Monday, 30.01.2017

my older daughter, when she was little, often lost all sorts of strange things in her room. from toys to clips, hair elastics and headbands. she would then come to me and say:

dad, I’ve got a problem. I lost that red doll with the long dress. you know which one. but that’s okay, right? you’ll help me find it?

who among us hasn’t forgotten where we put our wallet, headphones, charger, purse, or car keys? we’re always looking for something. at school, we could blame the dog for eating our homework. but how do you explain to a police officer that the dog ate your driver’s license?

once school is over, forgetfulness starts to cost more. sometimes money, sometimes just nerves.

it’s not so bad when you can go to the store and buy a new doll. worse when it’s a rare library book, a memory card with your vacation photos, or a wedding ring you took off “just for a moment.” that’s when panic starts. and in panic, it’s hard to find anything.

so I made a little plan — first for my daughters, later for myself.
it works not only when you’re looking for toys, but also when you’ve lost your calm, patience, or sense of direction.


1. breath, breath…

believe me, in many cases it all ends here. just stop, take a few calm breaths and… suddenly you remember where it lies.
calmness really helps you find more than nerves.

2. clear your head

if that doesn’t work – try to calm down. slow down. sit in silence for a while. let the thoughts stop racing.
I have already written about a simple way to calm down – go back to it.
the goal is simple: forget everything, even the doom.
see yourself from a distance, along with your flaws, inattention, absentmindedness.
sometimes you have to accept chaos to find something in it.

3. think again

are you sure it’s even yours?
it sounds funny, but children often look for toys that aren’t theirs at all. maybe they just saw them at someone’s house.
in the adult world it can be similar – we look for things we think we’ve lost, when in fact we never had them.
it’s worth making sure.

4. borrowed?

sometimes the answer is trivial: you borrowed. either from someone or yourself from someone.
my daughter loves to swap toys and always forgets who she gave what to.
maybe you also gave something away – and forgot?

5. where should it be?

now just starting the actual search.
start with where the thing should be.
maybe a shelf above the bed, maybe a table, maybe a drawer, just not the one you need.
sometimes something just fell behind a cabinet.
look where you’re “sure you’ve already checked”. because that’s where it most often lies.

6. where should it not be?

my daughter is looking for slippers every morning. usually they are under the bed, but sometimes – in the bathroom.
it is worth tracing the path that the doom may have traveled.
if it is not at its destination, it probably got stuck along the way.
just like those slippers that sometimes do not arrive in the evening from the bathroom under the bed.

7. kidnapping!

no, it’s not about stealing. it’s about coincidence.
sometimes someone just takes something of yours, not knowing you’ll be looking for it later.
in my house is a classic: one daughter plays with the other’s toys.
or my wife’s tidying up – which can effectively “tidy up” my stuff too.


these seven points are most often enough.
sometimes I find one daughter’s doll, sometimes the other daughter’s cuddly toy, and sometimes my wallet behind the cabinet.
sometimes the electricity bill in the coloring books, and the tablet – in the sock drawer (don’t ask).

but there are also things that stay lost. and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. maybe not everything needs to be found.

because sometimes when you lose something – you find something more important: patience, detachment, a smile.
and this is not likely to get lost anymore.