Tag: life
Saturday, 10.01.2026
Thursday, 25.12.2025
: i’ve just come #home.
#christmas is done. not a trip, not really. just #christmas going. driving. staying somewhere that isn’t mine. with my #daughters at my #parents’ place – #christmas eve and the first day. today I drove them to their mom so they can spend the rest of #christmas there.
and now I’m back. #home. thirty minutes in.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for some time. not only for #christmas to end, but for a few things to close at once – #work stuff, personal stuff, obligations that were just sitting there and taking space. #christmas was one of them. now it’s time to move on. finally.
the last few days were hard. being away from #home drains me. sleeping somewhere else drains me. this whole #christmas spectacle drains me. my #parents’ house isn’t my house. I like my rules. my rhythm. my surroundings. I like being #independent. I need that feeling to function. well, in some areas I think.
now there’s finally space. first – #sleep. #rest. getting my strength back.
but I can already feel that some things need to be cleaned up. some #habits, some decisions, some leftovers from the last weeks, maybe even months. I don’t want to just go through my #life. I want to shape it. choose it. live it the way it actually fits me.
so this is where I am. back #home. resting. and getting ready to move again.
Monday, 15.12.2025
: something happened tonight. not a thought. not a plan. a move.

for weeks I’ve been making small #decisions. quiet ones. almost invisible. and tonight it all piled up and spilled out at once. I took things out of my #kitchen. physically. deliberately. things that don’t belong there anymore. things that don’t belong in my #life anymore – even if I’m not ready to name all the reasons yet.
this #photo is the result of that moment. not the end. not even the beginning. just proof that a line was crossed. and that a new #reality is already forming. I’ll come back to this.
Thursday, 11.12.2025
: I’m overcomplicating things way too often. simple is the best. the easiest. the right way. so let’s… just keep it #simple.
: I’ve been thinking about #trust. not the big dramatic kind, not the “you can count on me forever” speeches. something much smaller.
yesterday my mechanic called me to say my car was ready. the bill was high, higher than I expected, and he kept apologising for it – explaining, justifying, almost defending himself. well, he’s a nice guy and just knew it’s a lot of money for me. and I caught myself saying: you don’t have to explain anything… it’s okay.
because in that moment I just trusted him. fully. without words, without effort. and that felt… really good.
I didn’t have to say “I #trust you.” I didn’t even think about saying it. I simply did. even with all the past mistakes, even with the times he messed something up and admitted it. even with all the imperfections. maybe because of them.
I realised how much easier #life feels when I decide to believe that #people are good. just simply good, by nature. that they’re not trying to trick me, not trying to make my day worse. they’re just doing their jobs, doing their best, trying to stay #calm in their own lives. and if I meet them halfway – even in these tiny #microrelations – something soft shows up. something human.
and standing there yesterday, listening to him apologise again, I felt one thing: #gratitude.
grateful that he took care of my car. grateful that he tried. grateful that this small moment reminded me of the way I actually want to live.
trusting makes me a calmer person. a better one, I think. and it’s quite easy.
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.
Monday, 08.12.2025
: I heard this today in the #morning. and I stopped myself for a second, just to think about it:
who you are? in this moment in time. and who you want to be.
you get one #life, you decide how you gonna spend it.
yeah… just a small, stupid quote from some american movie. but these tiny questions sometimes hit harder than the big ones. they actually help me make better decisions. small decisions. like now, this #morning. looking back at my last week and seeing how many things didn’t go the way they should’ve.
and it’s ok. because with questions like this I can look at it again, shift a few things, fix a few others. do something new, or stop doing something old. we’ll see where this goes.
Monday, 17.11.2025
Thursday, 06.11.2025
it’s thursday – my only #evening this week without any dance class. no jazz, no gym, no training.
just me. and that’s usually the #danger zone.
because you know how it goes – a free #evening, some fast food, maybe a tv show, a bit of #scrolling… and then the night’s gone. but not today. today I stopped myself. I just said: no. I put my shoes on and went for a #walk.
and that changed everything.
I was supposed to rest, but I don’t really rest. I rest through motion, through #change. after a few kilometers I felt lighter, stronger, full of energy. this #walk gave me #fuel. to think, to act, to move.
when there’s #change, there’s excitement. and when excitement becomes routine – that’s the best part. because that means I made it mine.
so yeah. maybe it was just a #walk.
but maybe it was also a small rebellion – against old #habits, against the quiet pull of nothingness. and it worked. I feel alive again.
#progress. that’s what it was.
Wednesday, 05.11.2025
: well…. my ex-wife asked the Church to erase our marriage. wow. I said no. not because I’m angry or want to make anything harder, but because I can’t agree to delete a part of my life that was real.
our story ended long ago – but it did happen. and it mattered. I can’t accept the idea of pretending that a huge, beautiful, complicated part of my past was just some mistake that should be erased.
I lived it consciously. I knew what I was doing. I took those vows honestly. and I believed – in my own way, maybe not perfect, maybe not always strong, but real. faith is not a competition. it’s not about who believes “more.” and nobody gets to measure it for you.
I don’t want to cancel my past. I don’t want to cross out the years that shaped me, taught me, and still live somewhere inside me. it was real. it was love. it was life. and it deserves to stay part of my story.
you can move on without erasing what once was.
Sunday, 02.11.2025
: so, I’ve installed #badoo again. it’s like tinder, you know – swipe, match, chat, repeat. I do this once a year, maybe. I don’t even know why now. because I know it’s not a good idea. you can meet people there, yes, but not the kind of people I actually want to meet. and not in the way I want to meet them.
still, here I am, doing it again.
maybe it’s because I’ve been a bit #sick lately. a little cold, a little tired. it’s hard to be alone when you don’t feel great. when everything’s fine, being alone feels fine too. but when it’s not – that’s when it gets harder.
and maybe… maybe it’s not even about #loneliness. maybe I just needed to do something. something that feels like movement, but isn’t really. maybe installing the app is just a trick – to make myself believe I’m doing something about that small emptiness inside. like scratching an itch that doesn’t really go away. maybe it’s just my way to calm a few #emotions down without actually changing anything. because deep down I know an app won’t change anything. it never does.
this is not a ritual. it’s a moment of weakness.
but also a small experiment in self-control.
because I can watch myself from the outside and think: ok, that’s my brain observing my #emotions again.
for most of the year I’m fine alone. maybe not happy about it, but I know it’s best for me. my life isn’t typical. I’m not typical. it’s hard to share a life like mine – full of strange routines, weird habits, constant changes. even my kids, who love being here, probably wouldn’t want to live like me all the time. sleeping on a yoga mat, eating while standing, no table, no chairs. I know. not exactly family-friendly.
and still, sometimes, I just want someone to share a moment with. not to take care of me, not to fix anything. just to share something, to make the hard parts a bit easier. that’s probably what I’m really looking for when I swipe.
but even that thought feels strange to admit. like something slightly shameful. maybe because I think I should be above it. maybe because needing someone feels too human for the version of me that wants to stay in control.
the funny thing is, I don’t even believe in “second halves.” my brain keeps telling me it’s impossible, that it won’t happen. and my brain is usually right. but my #emotions… they don’t care. they just go.
and I have this complicated relationship with my #emotions. I don’t like them, because they lead me to wrong things – fast food, Netflix, wasting time. but they also bring me to good things – dance, for example. my brain knew I wanted to start dancing, but it was my emotions that pushed me through the door of my dance school for the first time. same with switching my blog to English. my brain planned it for months, but my emotions just said ok, now. they’re the starter, the accelerator, the reason I actually move.
my brain is the strategist. my #emotions are the doer.
and I guess I need both – even if one of them keeps installing #Badoo once a year.
in the end, maybe it’s not sadness. maybe it’s just physics.
and I’m just learning how to balance the forces.
Friday, 31.10.2025
: dear #apple, listen up, very carefully: i don’t want my #iphone to fold (or unfold). i don’t want it to transform into an #ipad – that’s a bad direction. #iphone should stay thin, pockety, simple. it’s supposed to disappear in your hand, not unfold into something clumsy.
but #ipad… oh, that’s a different story. i want my 11″ #ipad to grow. to open up. imagine this: you use the small one on the #bus, on the go, #reading, #sketching, #scrolling. then you sit down in a #coffee place, and it unfolds – smoothly, beautifully – into a big one. 14, maybe 15 inches. a full workspace. a writing desk. a creative field.
#iphone should stay what it is: the quick, smart tool in motion.
#ipad should become what it wants to be: a #screen that expands with your space.
maybe #apple should stop trying to make the #iphone bigger
and start making the #ipad expand.
i already live somewhere between these two worlds. i have three ipads, and i love every one of them. the mini – not the latest version – is my pocket #ipad. perfect for evenings, checking #rss feeds, #reading on #instapaper, sometimes even #writing short #blog posts.
the eleven-inch pro (with m2) is my travel #ipad – i’m actually #writing this post on it right now. it’s also my #imac companion, my everything-device when i’m away. if i had to choose just one, this would probably be the one. it’s perfect.
and then there’s the air – the 13-inch one. oh my god, i love this device. i love working with it in cafes, love #writing on it at #home, listening to #podcasts in the #morning while i make #coffee – even though its speakers are worse than the pro’s.
each #ipad has its own place in my #life. i love them all.
but the minimalistic me says it’s too much.
and i know i’ll have to let one go someday. i just don’t know which one. it’s going to be hard.
so please, #apple – make that foldable #ipad next year.
don’t make me choose.
Thursday, 30.10.2025
: no dance today. no gym, no #rush. well, ok – with some #rush, I guess, because there’s a lot going on around my place lately. but at least I don’t have to go anywhere today.
I woke up with that small sore throat again – not really #sick, maybe just enough to slow me down. maybe it’s an #excuse, maybe not. but it’s a good one – hard to argue with.
I’m sitting at @Jeff’s, eating #breakfast, and for the first time in days, the world feels a bit slower. lately everything’s been moving around me – the renovation at my aunt’s house, people walking through the yard, decisions to make, things to fix, voices everywhere. I don’t mind helping, but it fills the space that used to be quiet. and I miss that quiet.
funny thing is, I like my life now. I like the rhythm I built – the dance classes, the movement, the workouts. but this other rhythm – the constant coordination, the noise – that’s not mine. and I guess my body decided to draw the line for me.
so maybe that’s what this morning is about. not skipping anything, not being lazy. just taking back a bit of stillness. remembering that I don’t have to fill every hour with effort. that silence can be part of the rhythm too.
Monday, 27.10.2025
: #dreams are such a strange thing. it’s like my head goes totally crazy, living in its own world, going on its own #journey. last night’s dream was exactly like that. I dreamt about some kind of alternative life – living in a different place, a small apartment somewhere in Warsaw, I guess. and it felt so! real!
when I woke up, I didn’t actually know where I was. for a couple of minutes, I was convinced the dream was my real life. like my head refused to come back.
I like dreaming, especially now – after fixing so many things in my life. when there are no hidden fears anymore, when I can actually deal with my own shit. #dreams became not only tolerable, but even kind of pleasant. they don’t scare me anymore.
but last night… was an intense experience.
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.
Monday, 20.10.2025
Monday, 30.01.2017
how to find a lost thing?
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.