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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 …

Your little dreams matter

I have introduced a new weekly habit where I take myself to the library. On Saturdays I show up at the front door five minutes before opening, my sight on one of their comfy chairs. And after entering, together with 50 other humans seeking bibliosmia*, I find my seat, sit down, and begin writing. Sometimes I bring a chai latte, more often I wear a chic outfit, and every time make it into this dreamy weekend routine. I don’t always feel motivated to write. Although I want to write the motivation to sit down and do so doesn’t always effortlessly show up. Especially if I don’t know what to write about. But I take action, I show up, and once I do, the motivation follows. First and foremost, I want my dreams to matter to me. I want there to be time for them in this, so often, chaotic world. For what is life, if we’re not tending to our own garden. Your little dreams matter. Whether you wish to pursue writing, singing, painting or …

The choice

I wanted to write about this thing, or thought, I have been having lately. I always knew about it – the choice – however, I have had difficulties embracing it. And the past few weeks, the universe has shown signs reminding me to dare to believe I actually have a choice. But, I have been thinking it’s not that simple. That life is not simple. That we need to struggle, and work hard, in order to receive things. But what if, this entire time, I was wrong – maybe it can be simple? Maybe I can be happily satisfied with everything I already have, not constantly seeking more. So, what is the choice, I am referring to? It is the choice to choose. To choose happy, to choose love, to choose peace. To choose prosperity. Simply to choose, whatever you wish. Every morning when you wake up you have a choice. And no outer circumstance, or person can interfere with that choice. It is solely your choice to make. Each minute of the day you …

The Power of Small Shifts

This week I felt like I needed a change. Nothing major, just little shifts to bring some excitement into my usual routine. On Tuesday, I went for an early morning run before work; something I almost never do. Yesterday, I tried the opposite – a late evening run. And today, I booked a private flower arranging course. Hopefully I can already go this Saturday! In between, I’ve been playing with the details of my day: trying new foods, wearing my scarf in different ways, swapping negative thoughts for positive ones. And I realised; it really doesn’t take much to feel a difference. Sometimes it’s just choosing coconut milk instead of oat milk, or taking another route to work. I keep coming back to this idea of small, consistent behaviour. The parts of my life where I feel most grounded are the ones I nurture daily. Eating in a way that feels good for my body. Spending time outdoors. Moving—whether it’s a run, ballet or just twenty minutes of pilates. It doesn’t have to be anything …

Morning pages

I’ve started my mornings by writing in my journal, almost on autopilot. Even on the days when there’s nothing to say — which happens a lot. At 6 a.m. my mind is usually quiet. I don’t write down my dreams since I seldom remember them; they tend to show up later in the day. My sleep is deep. I’m painfully slow in the morning, and I need time to come back to this world. Writing helps with that. Sometimes I wonder if, while I sleep, I’m traveling “home,” and waking up I find myself back here. Have you ever felt that? However, this is not going to be a post about my nightly travels. Rather, I wanted to share the benefits of writing your thoughts down, first thing in the morning. Writing without editing. Creating is much more than simply producing something pretty; it’s a way of bringing the unseen into the seen. Creative expression often reveals what we are yearning for, what we value, or what we are healing. It’s a mirror of our …

A life worth living for

A life worth living for? Oh, you ask me? Well, there needs to be beauty. Whether it’s in the form of art, soft movement, a treasured book, a handsome face, a handwritten note, or the subtle signs of seasons changing. But wait, now when I think about it, maybe it’s more about the awareness of beauty. The other day while rushing home from work I all of a sudden noticed how beautifully green nature still is. Is it usually this green in mid-September, I wondered, while searching for deep yellows and reds, but there were none to be found. This year, nature is taking her time. Maybe there’s no need for me to rush either, I thought, and readjusted my steps. So, if you ask me about a life worth living for, I would begin with notice the beauty. I find there’s something gentle and comforting in beauty. There’s nothing shallow about the kind of beauty that makes you cry at a beautiful flower, or be in awe of the endless sky. I hear things, …

Finding contentment in everyday rituals

Routines can make everyday life feel automatic, making our days run on autopilot without us noticing. Tasks turn into chores, and to-do lists become boxes we check without thought. Somewhere along the way, we lose sight of the why. But what if we chose to treat these daily tasks as gentle rituals? Simple, grounding rituals that nurture our wellbeing—brewing a cup of coffee or tea early morning, strolling through the grocery aisles, journaling, enjoying an afternoon walk, or ending the day with a comforting shower. It’s the small, precious moments that shape our days. Days become weeks, weeks become months, months turn into years, and years shape a life. When practiced with intention, these daily rituals, create pockets of calm and help keep us grounded in the present moment. When we slow down, create quiet space and reconnect with ourselves we help our bodies and minds to re-center. And the best part, you do not need to make any drastic shifts; small pockets hear and there throughout the day can make wonders for your wellbeing. …