Månad: november 2025

Why self-care is an inner journey

I matter I truly cherish a real glow-up day with my whole heart—morning meditation, mat Pilates, face massage, skincare routine, dry brushing, a shower, and finishing it all off by moisturising my entire body. Closer to a goddess I cannot become. This is me every morning. Some would call it high-maintenance; I call it important time with myself. This is simply an outer form of self-care, yet within its vanity there lies a deeper meaning: I matter. You see, it’s not so much what you do, but why you do it. Do you do it to get others to like you, or do you do it because you love yourself? A 10-step skin care routine won’t magically transform you to a self-loving individual who knows their worth. Without the inner form of self-care, the outer form stands worthless. But what is that inner form of self-care? How does it show up in your life? It’s sticking to your promises. It’s making time for your hobbies in a hectic schedule. It’s allowing yourself to simply be …

Don’t let the creativity pass you by

Why I write. Within each and every one of us lies a creative potential. As children, this creativity comes naturally to us. I remember being a competitive gymnast, a famous writer, an actress and a super model – all in one day. I didn’t question my imagination; rather, I invited it on a daily basis. But then I grew up and started doubting every creative thought that passed by. No, I did not become either a competitive gymnast or an actress – not even a super model! However, becoming something was never the point; I was already blessed – with a vivid imagination. Maybe that’s why I continued writing. Once, at an early-morning after party, a not-so-sober man I did not know decided to read my palm. While gazing seriously at my sweaty hand, he mumbled, ”You’ll become a famous writer.” My intoxicated young self believed him, grinning proudly to myself. Or maybe he said fighter. The music was pretty loud. While that is not the reason I write today, I will, however, tell you the …

I am not from here

I love humans. I really do think they are rather amusing. But why so serious? Why so fearful of the unknown? Always complaining about being deprived, while deeply unaware they’re sitting on an enormous treasure chest. Being utmost beautiful, while screaming at their mirror, pointing out unnoticeable shortcomings. What do you know, you might ask. Yes, what do I actually know, not being from here. But you see, I live here. 40+ years I’ve been curiously interacting, more often observing, this strange earthly behaviour. There are so many questions arising in my chest. I seem to have lost the answers. Could I please ask you to help me find them? The other day I heard this intelligent and attractive woman complaining. It seemed that everything was wrong in her life, and she kept on blaming herself for every decision she’d made. Another man was yelling at his children to hurry up, they had somewhere important they had to be. – What is more important than where you are right now, I thought. And then there …

A love letter to a past life

Italy has always had a special place in my heart. Ever since that first time in high school when I decided to take a beginner’s course in Italian, I knew there was a special bond between the country and me. Fast forward 20 years and I find myself in Venice with a man I have never met before. And no, he was not a complete stranger to me; we’d had online contact about 4 months before we decided to meet up in Venice. I believe the city was his choice. Or, if I remember it correctly we made a list of possible cities to meet in, and Venice was on his list. I did not oppose, of course – let’s meet in Venice! So, I flew from my country, and he flew from his country. What am I doing, I thought to myself. I don’t even know how he smells! To get from the airport I had to travel by ferry to reach Venice. It was late evening and I had booked a hotel on …