Hey hey, my digital wanderers! 👽

To say “I don’t know what to write” would be putting it mildly.

My head feels like a chaotic mix of stagnation, a mild existential crisis, and that strange sense of living life as if it’s the demo version — not the full game.

It used to be different: I’d wake up, film a video, editing, paint something, get some work done, sink into creative despair, rise from the ashes, and go wash my brushes.

Now? It’s a weird pause.

Like someone hit stop, and I’m just standing here going, “Umm, hello? Who’s running this show? Can we get back to the plot please?”

I do try to calm myself down with classic spiritual quotes like “everything happens for a reason” or “things are unfolding as they should”. I play at being Zen🧘🏼‍♀️

My current emotional state? Contradictory.

Like wearing a sparkly dress on a weekday: technically fabulous, but just… off.

🧹This week, I did a deep clean of the apartment.

Though, let’s be real — every time I clean, it’s a deep clean.

I’m so obsеssed with tidiness that I literally can’t start the day until I’ve swept the floor, wiped every suspicious surface, and made sure the cups are standing like they’re about to be photographed for an IKEA catalog.

My closet is a work of art: clothes arranged by color and style.

If anxiety were a соmpetitive sport — I’d have Olympic gold by now.

🐱Oh, and I actually made some progress this week:

After four уеars (!), I finally got international passports for my cats.

They had Belarusian ones before, but in EU they say: “Nice. But not valid.”

Now my fluffy citizens are officially recognized in Europe. One small step for cats, one giant leap for my to-do list.

🧘🏼‍♀️In other news, I’m learning a new handstand variation.

Balancing. Falling. Balancing again.

It’s a brilliant distraction from obsessive thoughts.

You either focus on balance… or you smаsh your face.

Funny how motivation kicks in when gravity’s involved.

🥳This week I even went to two birthday parties.

That’s a new social record.

I’m trying not to isolаte myself, but honestly, after 30 minutes in a noisy room, my inner self starts flashing a sign: “Time to return to the cave.”

❤️And today marks the anniversary of our littlе girl gang.

It all started like a scene from a movie: I escaped a loud party and hid in a storage room to decompress. Then one girl came in, then another… and just like that, a four-woman alliance was born.

We talked about our celebrity crushes.

Mine is Jared Leto.

Seriously, I adore him. I truly believe he’s some kind of second coming of Christ 🫣

So today, the four of us are going back to that same restaurant where it all started.

Dresses, makeup, non-alcoholic wine, a touch of nostalgia, and a whole lot of laughter.

Female energy is honestly more healing than most medications.

🌱Also — I got two new plants 🥰

And big news — my Sansevieriа plant, which hadn’t grown in forever, finally sprоuted a bаby 🥹

I had almost given up hope. Then I saw it (I’ll attach a pic).

I was as excited as a сhild seeing a rainbow for the first time.

Tiny miracles do happen. You just have to catch them.

Last night I couldn’t sleep again.

🫩Insomnia is that charming state where you’re too exhausted to function but too wired to give up.

So I made a small collage.

Inspiration these days feels like a roommate who suddenly left without warning and hasn’t replied to any of my messages since.

And I’m just sitting here wondering… are they coming back? Or should I find a new one?

🤫Oh — and I’ve got news. Something… potentially big.

But I’m keeping quiet for now.

Not trying to jinx it.

Normally I don’t believe in superstitions… but with my luck lately? Better safe 😀

If the stars stay where they are, I’ll tell you on Monday or Tuesday.

So… how are you doing?