What is this all about?
Why am I sharing these notes?
How do we proceed from here?
Sometimes I doubt if anything I do has any sense.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just get a normal job, a decent salary & (somewhat) regular work hours?
What drives me to spend countless hours creating, editing & (sometimes) sharing?
Will this “occupation” ever become something I could live from?
Or am I doomed to forever stay a starving artist?
I’m 100% certain there’s only one factor deciding my future fate.
MY SELF BELIEF.
If I continue to doubt my ability, go against my instinct, self-trash talk, nothing will ever change.
This is my time to swing a Home Run.
I am therefore making an official statement:
No more down-talk
No more self-doubt
No more fear-driven actions
Thrive o’clock!
💞 I am grateful for:
💞 Power
Fuck it.
I’m going all in.
The boy becomes the man.
Machine!
💞 These Journals
I don’t need to understand any of it.
It’s enough I love it.
This is my jam, my energy giver, my north star.
My life!
💞 Getting it done
Shit is going down.
This way will be paved and walked on despite all odds.
Where it leads?
Let’s find out.
💞 The black belt logic
Act with Master’s grace, technique, power, confidence.
The king, now!
🏖️ Amazing things today
🏖️ Publishing gazillion journals
I delivered.
Knocked shit out of the park.
I’m proud of myself.
Good, amazing job, Handsome!
🏖️ Dj Koze - Wespennest
Monster tune, hit.
Soundtrack to so many delightful moments today.
🏖️ Morning unexpected missions
Transporting new closet to Parent’s room, jacuzzi, cleaning, cooking breakfast for Nati & me, Dr. Szajkowska, Bara****ka → all at one.
Bartosz’s Calm Morning® - still loved it
🏖️ New Substack profile foto
🏖️ Talking to Mum about our Barca plans
Another step towards the dream
🏖️ Morning TV to cheer up Hugo
He woke up so ill.
I needed to brighten up his day, even if it meant extra screen time
🏖️ “Hug me closer” & him falling asleep glued to me
Delight.
🏖️ Grant News
It *should* work.