I love sports. This is the only place where I feel most honest with myself. 🏋️‍♀️ There you can’t hide fatigue, you can’t deceive your body. But with emotions, everything is more complicated. Sometimes they are so capricious that they turn into real little monsters. You want to be calm and collected - but inside you are ready to burst into tears, because the day went wrong, or someone said one extra word.

I noticed that when I am alone, my emotions suddenly become louder. 🐚 In a crowd, you can pretend to be strong, independent, even a little caustic. But at home, everything is different: you can sit on the floor with a cup of tea and talk to yourself. And the most interesting thing is that these conversations are more honest than any other. I can admit to myself that I am scared, that sometimes I feel lost.

I don’t consider this a weakness. Rather, it is a part of me that almost no one sees. And, perhaps, there is something beautiful in this. The ability to be real, at least when you are alone with yourself.

At such moments, I think that loneliness is not always about sadness. It is also about the freedom to be whatever you want. At least serious, at least funny, at least a little crazy. 😊 It teaches you to listen to yourself, even when the world is noisy and in a hurry.

Sometimes it seems to me that if we all allowed ourselves to be honest with our emotions a little more often, life would become easier. Because pretending to be strong twenty-four to seven is a marathon that no one can run. But allowing yourself to just be is a real art.

Do you ever feel like your emotions have a life of their own and you're just trying to catch up with them? 🌀

Mari