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This year we met brilliant Gina Carano, Laura Metcalf and John Rhys-Davies at CalgaryExpo2024! That was an experience!
February is coming to its end, and so is the winter. I am looking forward to face this Spring as a new start, fresh and full of opportunities.
Though, the real life becomes more complicated and challenges me almost everyday, the writing is still my place to escape when I need it the most.
Hence, the thought came to my mind – what if writing is a sort of a therapy? Slow, yes, even exhausting sometimes. But a therapy still. Otherwise, why would therapists ask people to diarize?
Exactly.
This winter end also made me to leave my shell:

P.S. The editing of the “Ice Beast Tale” continues, there is still half a book left. And proofreading, of course.
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Лютий добігає кінця, зима теж. Я з нетерпінням чекаю цієї весни як нового початку, свіжого та повного можливостей.
Незважаючи на те, що реальне життя стає складнішим і кидає мені виклик майже щодня, письменницька робота все одно залишається моїм спасінням, місцем, куди я можу втекти, коли мені це найбільше потрібно.
Тому мені спала на думку думка – а якщо письменництво – це свого роду терапія? Повільна, так, іноді навіть виснажлива. Але терапія все ж. Інакше навіщо б терапевтам просити людей вести щоденник?
Отож.
Цей кінець зими також змусив мене покинути свою оболонку:
П.С. Редагування “Сказанки” триває, залишилося ще пів книги. І вичитка, звичайно.
It is the most wonderful time of a year, according to some sources. Well, the year we’ve left behind wasn’t too easy or too happy. Or any other kind of ‘too’. Pretty hard, pretty interesting, pretty exhausting. Though, I spent it with my family staying safe – it is more than some people have.
But I do want to get more out of it. So I won’t pretend I am content with what I currently have. I am grateful that I am alive and I have work and my loved ones near. But it is always more out there, isn’t it?

So Happy Holidays everyone! Never stop seeking more for yourself! And may happiness and success pursuit you next year!
…to say thank you? For that I am still alive. That I faced today’s sunrise. That I saw my mom today and talked to my husband. I have tasty food on my plate, a roof above my head, a bed to sleep in.
I have multiple possibilties to study, to work, to explore, to believe, to create.
That is definitely enough for one day to be thankful for. Each day of our lives.
So I say thank you. And I will do my best not to forget being thankful every day.

chaque jour je trouverai de nouveaux mots
chaque mot me rendra meilleur
je peux être meilleur

je suis meilleur que j’étais hier
Friday midday. It’s ony February the 10th, but I’m already feeling the Spring’s presence. I believe, I feel it.

And this feels great.
Some years go by without leaving a single important day for me. It’s a day, when smth important happens. You see, when you’re getting married, getting new job, first salary, etc.
This year has just begun, but I already have a new job, new friends, new knowledges, aims for almost everyday. So, I must tell you, I’m very happy and appreciate for everything. You make me better, stronger, wiser. Thank you.
P.S. Happy Groundhog Day 😉
I’m still in limbo. I have no definite answers and I’m a little bit scared. The reasons are soooo plural, so I cannot even count them without having a lose count. But as my mom told me: “hold on, relax and think about something pleasant”. Quite wise as for me. I’m going to act this way.
Jittering won’t help me.

P.S. But I have cool photo \m/
P.P.S. relaaaaxxxx
Hateful Wednesday made me crazy. I detest feeling myself like a three-years-old dumb girl. Want to be a professional, but it takes years.
I noticed smth today. All my friends (or almost all) change their lives radically. They quit, sell their houses and buy apartments instead of, go to the end of the world in job looking. They act very fast.
They all are in searching a better life. F*cking crisis got us all. Damn.
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