(Day 113/122 of the experiment)
After two days of rest, I’m back to running around. The morning routine helped me gather my thoughts, and I started active preparations for the course sale.
In a live broadcast, I answered all the girls' questions about how the course would take place, what tasks there would be, whether there would be homework checks, and if I would stop personal consultations, as everyone is very interested in them.
After Nina confirmed the technical readiness, we provided all the details on how to purchase the course. Meanwhile, I held a two-hour meeting with the curator girls. They had already managed to read my guide, which will assist them in their work, and wrote down all their burning questions. I gladly answered everything and conducted a little test – I cited examples of life situations that our participants might face and asked what the curators would do. All the girls responded so brilliantly that I was once again convinced - my team is the best.
Before going to sleep, Nina wrote that we now have 135 paid applications for participation. The maximum we can accommodate is 200 spots. So, I quickly announced on my Instagram that spots would soon run out, and anyone who doesn’t make it into the first two hundred will be invited to the second round.
(Day 114/122 of the experiment)
When I woke up at 5:30, 200 participants had already registered for the course, and registration automatically closed. I was jumping almost to the ceiling with happiness. The first course and already 200 people – two hundred whole people believe in me! They believe that I will help them change their lives! And I sincerely believe and hope that this will be the case.
Tomorrow the course starts, but my Instagram is just bursting at the seams with comments and messages from girls who didn’t make it into the first two hundred participants. So, to prevent them from being upset, I promised that after the first cohort finishes, we will gather those who wish to sign up for the second. And in the evening, I promised to hold a live broadcast for all interested.
The bachata training today turned out to be very hot. Since the guys didn’t show up again, our instructor decided to combine dance elements with strength exercises. And when I got home, I decided to show Tristan what I had learned today. The man of my dreams praised me and turned the music up louder. We merged in dance and became one – our hips moved smoothly, we felt the rhythm of the music and danced something akin to salsa. And I don’t know how our dance looked, but we felt such pleasure, such a surge of energy and unity of hearts, that it cannot be conveyed in words.
Before the live broadcast, my mom called and said that they had booked tickets to Ukraine and would fly to New York in a month. She invited me and Tristan in advance so that we would definitely not plan anything on those dates and could visit the capital. This news made me happy – I’ve missed my parents and grandmother so much, but it also made me a bit sad – after our quarrel, Sofia and I completely stopped communicating.
Tristan supported me and said that the presence of my parents would help us forgive each other and start communicating again. We picked and booked a hotel room (I don’t want to live with Sofia – I simply need my own space, even if we’re going for two days) and started thinking about gifts for all family members.
My “performance” on Instagram was very emotional – today we discussed topics of self-acceptance, bad moods, and living “on autopilot” – all the things that until recently were my life’s credo.