Changing to a new shelter hasn’t been easy for me — or at least, not yet.
Adapting to a new routine, new responsibilities, and maybe... a new version of myself.
Setting everything up from scratch has left me tired, exhausted, and angry — I’ve gone through it all.
Sometimes, I realize I’ve reached my limit. So I take a deep breath, and somehow, everything feels a little lighter — even though the chaos is still there.
Someone once told me: without problems, life would be meaningless — they are what help us grow.
I like things unfinished. Some of my stuff is still a mess — not because I’m too lazy to clean it up, but because that mess pushes me forward.
It keeps me thinking, creating, doing what I love. It gives me comfort in its own way.
In that mood, I find a kind of emotional ease. I’m learning — again — how to grow up.
Trying not to let frustration take over, not to explode into words I’ll regret later.
Taking care of a child is never easy. I have two.
Luckily, on this journey, I have my family.
I’ve learned to appreciate the present.
I’ve found someone who reminds me so much of my father - the greatest man in my life.
Both of them always support me. They never say no to me.
These days, I’m trying to keep my mind busy — making things, ignoring the urge to overthink what’s coming next.
Some things, we just can’t avoid.
My son will have surgery soon — on his legs.
We’ve been trying for more than three years to help him stand properly, not just on his tiptoes.
It has helped — but only a little.
He’s growing so fast, and we have to face it.
I hope every day.
I remind myself to be brave.
I tell myself: it’s going to be okay.
I call it a rehearsal for my growth performance.
And the audience?
My family.
Minimalism