Last year, after moving out to Vienna, my wonderfully developed routines began to change. At first I didn't like it at all, but despite this feeling I couldn't find even a pinch of motivation to put myself back into my old habits. After a while, I stopped criticizing myself so much for no longer writing in my diary or for no longer doing yoga as often as before, and I began to see the reason why these...

I think I write this every single time, but I'll repeat it again and again - each year goes by faster and faster, and I have a constant feeling that this is like a fast run for one hundred meters instead of a marathon for forty-two kilometers... Well, maybe I'm exaggerating? Maybe it depends on the periods of the year... Nevertheless, time is flying like crazy and I can feel it more and more. Chyba...