31/01/2026
No more resolutions for me.
I looked back at 2025 and I’m shocked by how much happened. Highlighting it felt impossible. It was like winning an award and having to thank everyone — knowing I’d clumsily forget someone important. And I did. Not because they don’t matter, but because there was too much life to fit into one post.
Everything I do happens because there’s a team behind me. My people. People who don’t know each other, and maybe don’t even realize they’re part of the same team.
For a long time, I’ve been carrying my what ifs and my not enoughs. So long that without them, I almost feel incomplete.
And looking back, I don’t see achievements — I see life. Clumsy, stupid, beautiful, hard, soft, sh*tty, meaningless and meaningful.
I finished my first year of acting school. Started the second. Cried my ass off over things I miss and things I’m grateful for. Fell in love — not only with the craft I chose as a life path, in ways I didn’t expect. Moved to another country. And somehow, alongside all of this, I carried a sense of meaninglessness. A lack of purpose. A constant inner judge — because some imagined objective for the year wasn’t met.
Yeah… I don’t even remember my resolutions. F**k that!
Looking back, I see that everything I did contributes to something that’s still forming. I can feel the changes happening day by day. Missed castings, late classes, last-minute papers — inconsequential in the end.
So no more resolutions for 2026!
Only thirst — to dig more, find more, learn more, laugh more, cry more, f**k more, love more, experience more.
No new year, new me — because the old me is already incredible. What she did yesterday is what I get to apply today.
No more setups. Just repolishing the old. Because all those so-called “old versions” are exactly what made today happen.
Ready, as always, I go on.
