Hi guys 🐱

Well then, let’s swing open the gates to the epic tale of my latest journey.

Date on the calendar: July 23rd. The day I officially get оlder — though not necessarily wiser.

Let’s start with a confession: I don’t like my birthday.

Not because of аge or wrinkles, no.

But because this day, in the series that is my life, consistently airs with a rating of 3.2 on IMDb.

I spent a long time trying to figure out why.

Of course, deep down I always knew the answer — sometimes it just takes time to admit the obvious to yourself.

This day has always felt special to me.

I wanted the events in it to match that feeling.

But every yеar, something would go wrong — no one would show up, or it was boring, or I’d end up crying.

Sometimes all of that at once.

Once, my boyfriend brоke up with me exactly at 00:00.

By text.

Thanks for the punctuality, by the way.

So now I just say: “I don’t like birthdays.”

It’s a form of self-protection. If you expect nothing — it’s harder to be disappointed.

I hardly get any gifts or congratulations — and it feels like I’ve got things under control.

Even though, deep down, of course, I still wish for a bit of magic.

But here’s the paradox:

When I just live this day as a regular one — it turns out to be great.

No expectations, no pressure. Just a day.

And sometimes even a beautiful one.

This yеar I turned 30.

I dreamed of spending the day at Disneyland.

To make my inner сhild happy — the one who tried so hard to survive in this world.

But.

As you know, I had… let’s say “adventures” — Instagram got blocked, tax issues, jaw problems…

You know, the usual chaos.

But! I still had a great day.

I was on the road. And behind the wheel, I feel like a witch on a broom — in the flow, on my own wave, just me, the world, and Apple Music.

The mountains of Slovenia — divine.

A short hike. A banana with a candle on top, in mountains.
My wish was simple:

Let life unfold the way it’s meant to. Without imposed goals or someone else’s script.

I promised myself to trust the Universe.

I can’t logically explain it, but I feel it’s with me.

Sometimes it hurts, it’s heavy, I want to give up — but later, with time, it becomes clear: it all made sense.
Everything really does fall into place — it’s just not always visible right away.

I know I’m strong.

I know I don’t have an apartment, a car, or hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank.

But I have something better — my stories, my scars, my experience, and my sense of humor.

I like who I am at 30.
Unstable, maybe a bit weird, melancholic — but real. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to break.

But I don’t.

I keep going.
On autopilot, with a chocolate bar in my pocket and hope in my heart.

My life may be hard, but boring — never.

Thank you all for your birthday wishes.

And special thanks to those who donated to the animal shelter for my birthday — that was the best gift. You made this day kinder.
Which means — you made the world kinder, too.

To be continued.