Tag: mindfulness

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.

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”.

: i can’t say it was a bad day yesterday, but it was hard, you know. the first part of the day – until maybe 4 p.m. – was great. just great. i even added my mood to Apple Health and picked “pleasant”. it was a pleasure, a very high-energy day. so yeah, the first part was just great.

the second part… well, maybe “tricky” is the right word. i decided to go to my roller lessons, just to move a bit before my jazz class. to feel the music – i love riding with music, kind of dancing on rollers. i just love it. it can be either amazing or really depressing sometimes, but yesterday i felt it could be one of those great rides.

and it was, until i slightly went off the path and one of my car tires went flat. yeah, not the rollers – the car. it happened on my way there. not great, as you can imagine. then i found out my car doesn’t even have a spare tire. it’s a small car, and there’s simply no space for one. but still, i stayed calm. i waited about an hour for roadside help, and when they finally came, the guy changed the tire and also fixed the other one, because it turned out that one was punctured and the other was damaged too. so yeah, unexpected money spent.

i managed to catch the last part of the roller lesson – from two hours, only about 45 minutes left. i had some fun, didn’t really get into the full flow, but okay. then, on my way to the jazz class, i started to feel that the car was driving a bit differently. maybe it was just my imagination, but i didn’t feel fully confident anymore.

and during the jazz lesson… i was kind of exhausted. it’s the hardest one for me – fast, full of quick movements – and sometimes i just can’t keep up.

but now, the next morning, i know i didn’t do anything stupid with my dinner. in fact, i ate almost nothing, and it was actually good for me. i slept through the whole night, little longer than usual, but that’s fine. and today i feel okay. it was a hard day yesterday, but it’s behind me. i’m in a good mood, there’s a lot to do today, and life goes on. it’s okay.