Tag: joy

Wednesday, 31.12.2025

: woke up very early today. it was still dark and so . I opened the door – and there it was. .

for some reason, it made me instantly happy. no big thoughts. just a clear, childish yessssss inside.

and it looks so good with my pink-and-white lights. I really love it. my own little world.

I spent over an hour clearing the . slow. physical. simple. my favorite kind of gym. cold air, warm body, empty head. music in my airpods.

this is the kind of I was waiting for. Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé felt obvious.

now you’re talking.

Friday, 05.12.2025

i love: the feeling of being a journalist. not so much the whole grand media world, but that simple joy of having my own column. You know, that space where I can write about the things I love. like clark kent (you know, superman?) tapping away at the daily planet, or that cozy rhythm of a sports columnist – like raymond (from everybody loves raymond), just doing his thing. that’s the vibe I love. so this is me, scribbling in my virtual column, just saying I love that idea of being a journalist in my own way. and hey, maybe I don’t need a big newsroom or a fancy title – just a blog, a little corner of the internet, and the freedom to write about the things that light me up. that’s what I love.
Koniec

Wednesday, 22.10.2025

: i’m sitting in a coffee shop ( ), writing, thinking, planning the rest of the day, calming down. and then a group of young girls walks in. seven, maybe eight of them. around nine or ten years old. they make so much noise, running all over the place, getting excited about a free glass of water they got from the barista, ordering small coffees or whatever that was. and they’re everywhere.

i look at them and think – what a great way to spend time with friends. and i’m jealous. jealous of that energy, of that life, of being so and happy. i’d love to live like that. well, actually, i try to live like that, with the same kind of energy. but it’s hard to find people my age who want to live like that too – who want to move, laugh, run around like those girls.

i just hope they’ll never turn into those tired, drained, sitting, always-resting adults. mentally, or maybe energetically, i feel closer to those ten-year-old girls than to “my people”.