Tag: work
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.
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.
Wednesday, 19.11.2025
: today I had this weird little realization…
people around me – people who know me pretty well, or even people who just met me – somehow assume that I don’t really have to #work. not in the “9 to 5” sense, not in the “I’m on calls all day” sense. they assume I’m just… available. that if they want to meet, walk, talk, whatever – I can just do it, in the middle of the day, because apparently I’m this guy who doesn’t have much to do. and I get this a lot.
and at first it felt a bit unfair. like: hey, do you really think I’m doing nothing all day?
but then… no. actually… it says something nice about me.
because the truth is, I do have a lot of #work. maybe even more than others. I have so many jobs, so many roles. projects, deadlines, things to fix, things to build. sometimes I don’t even know if what I’m doing is still “work”, or already a hobby, or just helping people because I like it.
my life isn’t built around office hours – it’s built around my own system. this big, weird system that I’m trying to run. I slip my tasks between the rest of my day. I spread them out, I shift them around. I don’t sit from 9 till 5 in one place, staring at a screen. I #work in pieces, in waves, in gaps. and I have this skill of instantly changing my whole plan for the day when something explodes – turning a quiet morning into a packed day and still somehow managing it. it’s not a talent, it’s something I taught myself.
and when people see me living like this, they probably think “oh, he must not have much to do.”
but the truth is the opposite – I just learned to work while living. and live while working. I guess.
and yes, I get stressed. but it’s not the “I won’t finish this” kind of stress. it’s the “how the hell do I fit all of this into one day?” kind of stress. or maybe better: “how do I mix these tasks, delay the right ones, move things around so the day still works?”. because my brain is always half-in my work anyway. even when I’m doing something else, part of me is already solving the next problem in the background.
and that’s the funny part.
their assumption looks wrong, but it actually proves something good: I’m managing this weird life pretty well (even if I’m constantly searching for a better system to handle my tasks and projects). my days don’t look like workdays, but my work gets done. my head helps me. it keeps turning, connecting things, solving problems quietly in the background.
so yeah, it’s strange. but also… nice. it means I built a life where work doesn’t look like work from the outside. and maybe that’s something to be proud of.
