(Day 74/122 of the experiment)
I woke up in a wonderful mood – the sun was shining outside, the weather was great, and many people wrote to thank me for yesterday’s broadcast. Some thanked me for finally being able to speak their minds, which lightened their hearts, while others simply appreciated the interesting information. And I realized that I'm living my life for a reason after all.
My morning runs became even more comfortable – it's so nice to run when it’s not cold outside. Today I'm going to a bachata class and will be dancing with a partner – I'm a bit nervous, but it's a pleasant anticipation of something new.
I spent the day putting together a content plan – I wrote down the topics I would like to discuss on my Instagram, what I might write about in a post, and who would find it interesting. To make sure I chose engaging questions, I sent the list to the girls. They unanimously said I was doing great.
The bachata class was amazing! First, we warmed up, then did some basic moves to prepare for dancing and get used to our partners, and after halfway through the class, we started dancing. It's such an incredible feeling when there's only the music and you and your partner. You don't even have to worry about forgetting the moves – your body will naturally lead you in the right direction. Dancing for me is like meditation (which, by the way, I do every morning) – you forget everything else in the world.
Inspired and even uplifted, I quickly headed to CANTUCCINI to have dinner and prepare for the Instagram live session. I wouldn’t make it home in time anyway, so I would be talking to my followers right there. Fortunately, I brought my headphones with me.
Instead of the planned 30 minutes, the live session about my role in the lives of my followers lasted an hour and a half. I already managed to drink half a liter of tea, but the questions kept coming. When our dialogue ended, I asked for the bill, and along with it, the waiter brought me a piece of paper folded in half. Overcoming my curiosity, I paid and headed to the taxi to go home.
(Day 75/122 of the experiment)
Yesterday, I dedicated the evening to Richard and the series, completely forgetting about the letter I received at CANTUCCINI. So, I started this morning not with a run, but with reading the letter.
Dear Cinderella!
Your subscribers are writing to you. We are currently watching the live broadcast on Instagram and sitting three tables away from you. Our names are Kateryna, Nastia, and Natalia. We have been subscribed to you for a long time and are simply inspired by you! We really like that you broadcast real life, showing not only the highs but also the lows. We would like to ask you – are you planning to create something like a women's club where you would be the main speaker and moderator? We know at least 10 girls who would love to attend such a club. After all, everyone has problems and we really want a place where we can be supported and hear alternative thoughts about our situation.
P.S. You are very beautiful!
Sincerely,
the girls
The wise books tell the truth – ask the universe and it will help you. I wanted an answer to the question of what and how to do – here it is. By the way, many women wrote during the broadcast yesterday that they would also love to attend my author training. Those from the big city would come in person, while those from other cities would join online.
To be honest, I just don't believe it. Just two months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I could motivate and inspire anyone! I myself needed a motivator – after all, the only thing I was capable of was eating and procrastinating.
After my workout at the gym and stretching, I came home to jot down ideas regarding my training, to think about the format in which to conduct it, what I could share, when, where, and how. All organizational moments and informational content. From the work desk, I moved straight to bed – I was very tired and decided to analyze today's work tomorrow – with a fresh mind.