Tag: growth
Sunday, 28.12.2025
Tuesday, 09.12.2025
: lately I’ve been thinking a lot about this one guy I sometimes work with – @jakub . not about him as a person – he’s fine, we could easily grab a beer together – but about his approach. because his approach is… well, let’s say different than mine, maybe less comfortable for me. sometimes even a bit annoying. and still, there’s something in it that keeps pulling me in.
it’s this strange mix: the first reaction is “ugh, why does he think like that,” and then the second reaction comes, quieter but stronger: “wait… maybe I can learn something from this.” and the funny thing is, the more different we are, the more I feel that little spark of #growth. sometimes it’s 5% of his thinking that hits me, sometimes it’s 70%, but there’s always something there. some small thing that changes the way I see my own #work. my own #life.
I think this is exactly what I mean when I talk about “less comfortable.” it’s the same idea I wrote about in my old Polish blog – “mniej wygodnie.” being nudged out of my soft, predictable space. not in a dramatic way, just in that everyday “ok, this is not my style, but maybe it’s good for me” kind of way.
and honestly, I need this. this friction. this difference. because without it, everything becomes too warm, too cozy, and nothing moves. I stay in the same patterns, doing the same things, thinking the same thoughts. and then I start drifting. I know myself too well.
so maybe that’s why this cooperation feels useful to me. not because we always agree – we definitely don’t – but because his way of thinking forces me to look at my own. and that’s exactly the kind of fuel I need for the life I’m building. my “was fine life.” I still don’t even know how to describe it perfectly in English, but it’s something like this: the life that grows when I let myself be pushed a little. even by people who think differently than I do.
and maybe that’s the whole point – sometimes the most unexpected people become tiny, quiet teachers. not by intention. just by being different enough to shake me up, even for a moment.
Saturday, 06.12.2025
an unexpected morning
yesterday’s #morning started as something small. slow #coffee (without #sugar), favorite #podcast, kitchen #cleaning, some december’s sunlight on the table. nothing big, actually I felt I was finally #resting for a moment. and I just wanted to write a few #thoughts 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 #chatgpt 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 #text. that text went to chat, then I tapped to listen to the #response. so the whole thing felt like #talking 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 #journal entries. well, it’s exactly like that.
and somehow that rhythm opened something. I thought I was simply appreciating a good #morning. 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 #people, how easily I sacrifice the parts of me that should be protected. and I didn’t notice it until now. until that #morning that felt “too good,” too light, too calm… and suddenly made sense in a completely different way.
the entire #conversation 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 #conversation 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 #morning turned into a turning point.
so below is the full #conversation. 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.
Tuesday, 18.11.2025
: so I’ve been thinking about this whole “I’m #weird” thing. I said it a few times lately, talking about my #lifestyle, the way I live, the choices I make. it’s always been the easy shortcut – just call myself #weird and move on. easier to say “I’m #weird” than “I live differently”. easier to joke than to stand there and admit I’m choosing a life most people don’t choose.
but after two days of letting this sit in my head… no. I’m not #weird. this isn’t about weirdness at all. this is about #courage. simple as that.
#courage to live the way I want, not the way everyone else expects. courage to stop copying the standard life package and do things I actually want to do. courage to skip the things everybody else does without thinking. courage to pick my own path, even if it looks strange from the outside.
and yeah… maybe to some people it is weird. maybe for me it’s easier to label it that way because being different still scares me sometimes. but the truth is: I have a great life. not perfect, not always easy, but mine. I get to chase dreams – or at least try – and not many people do that. not many even dare.
there are moments full of doubts, frustration, anger at myself… but there’s also this huge part of me that’s just happy. happy with the choices I make, with the adventures I have, with the strange little rituals of my everyday life.
so maybe I shouldn’t say it’s weird. but if it is… fine. let it be weird. because honestly, who the hell has a life like mine? with this mix of chaos, courage, emotions and these ridiculous, beautiful adventures?
Thursday, 30.10.2025
: yesterday I started new modern jazz classes at my #dance school – @revolution dance center . new trainer, @anna . I remember I had one or two classes with her before, few months ago, when she was replacing someone. i remember it was nice. and now she’s here again, with her own group. so i joined.
first classes are always strange. everyone’s new, everything’s new. but i like that. I like training basics, even though i’m not good at them. that’s exactly why I like them – because there’s always something to fix, something to polish. and Anna has her own style – soft but demanding. new movements, new way of thinking, new rhythm. and that’s what i need.
I had to resign from classes with @kamila , which was hard. I really like her. but I still have her classes on monday and friday, so I didn’t lose her completely. i just added something new. but yesterday, when I watched a video from @kamila other group – the one I left – I felt jealous and had #fomo. they were dancing this new project choreography and it looked great. and I missed it. I missed being there.
but I know this is the right decision. because if I want to grow, I have to keep changing. I can’t stay in one place, even if it’s a good one. every trainer has their own piece of the same dance style – maybe 10% of it – and if i keep learning from just one person, I’ll only ever get that 10%. but when I change, I get another 10%, and then another. and maybe that’s how I’ll build the whole picture one day.
so, I guess this is not only about dance. that’s just how I live. i can’t stay in the same place too long. I need new things, new ideas, new people around me. that’s how I grow. that’s how I breathe.
sometimes I wonder what’s next. in my dreams, I see myself as a dancer who can show his dance, maybe teach someone how to move, maybe even stand on a stage and inspire others. and when I wake up, I’m still just here – at my school, with my classes, learning, training. maybe i don’t believe in myself enough. or maybe I just love this road so much that I don’t want it to end.
and maybe one day I’ll do something crazy again – something that will change everything. because I know myself. I probably will.
Thursday, 23.10.2025
: sometimes, to make a #change, you just have to make a #change. a small one.
like changing the #direction where – or how – you #sleep. you know, upside down. just #sleep upside down.
start with this tiny thing and see what happens.
and if it doesn’t work, try something else.
change another small thing.
something will stick.
something will click.
and that one small thing might be the tip of the iceberg – the thing that changes everything.
just try. i’m #trying. small thing. another one.
