14/03/2026
Real life begins when the ground becomes uneven, when we are tired, when the voice in our head gets louder, when we are halfway down the road and start wondering why we are actually going in this particular direction.
What matters most is how we meet the moment, how we respond when discomfort appears, and which stories about ourselves we decide to believe.
Those uncertain moments, those demanding moments, are the ones that create change. They are where old boundaries are questioned and where, quietly, a new version of us begins to emerge.
Only now, at the age I am, have I realized that even with my “magical abilities” I can’t always make a mixed fruit juice out of only oranges… that a bitch is a bitch… and that the narrative of my own life is the one that matters most — and it will always be different from other people’s.
And that’s okay.
Happy birthday to me🎂✨