sunday, 19.10.2025

: I feel as if I’ve finally fulfilled all the expectations of everything around me – everything that doesn’t align with my main, most important goals in life.

I used to say that I “fucked up” in the past few days. But today I think I can say I just gone through every possible point of wrong choices. It’s Sunday evening, and I feel like I’ve had enough – that I’ve done everything wrong that I had to do – and now I’m ready to return to the right path. The strict one.

I hope this moment becomes a new beginning for me, a spark that starts something big and real in my everyday life. I hope that tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and not only remember all this, but also feel strong motivation to keep going that way.

: a big challenge when switching my blog to English is translating what I already have there. and it’s not just about content, posts, data, but also the site itself, the theme, and plugins (of which I’ve made quite a few). one of the first and more important steps – which will allow me to efficiently add new posts in English – is translating the tags I’ve added to my blog over the years into English. I try to keep my tags organized, but I’ve still accumulated several hundred of them. translating them one by one? Oh no, thank you. so I came up with the idea to do it semi-automatically – and this post is meant to enable that. I’ve added all the tags from my blog to it, then – if my whole site doesn’t crash after clicking “publish” – I’ll send this post for automatic translation via WPML. this way, an English version of each of my tags should be created. I wonder if it will work 🙂

saturday, 18.10.2025

: So I have to say, sometimes I’m really disappointed with myself – with my choices, with my everyday choices. Like yesterday, for example. I decided I wanted to eat something I shouldn’t. Fast food. KFC. It was a bad idea.

I feel like I’m a slave to those bad choices – to eating junk that drags me down.

So today isn’t great. This morning isn’t great. I feel exhausted after sleeping, and I shouldn’t feel like this.

My watch told me I had poor sleep performance last night, and I knew that would happen. I knew it yesterday. But still, I decided to eat that junk food. I knew it was bad for my body, but I did it anyway.

So yeah – I’m disappointed today.

thursday, 16.10.2025

: well… this is it. my first (true) english post. or rather a journal entry. glad I did it.

monday, 13.10.2025

: my blog will remain Polish-English for a while. so the English version will come, and the Polish version will not disappear. i will successively translate all the old content (with the help of WPML system), and then… well, i haven’t decided yet whether fajne.life will disappear. i would like it to disappear, because it will mean that my “migration” was successful and – more importantly – made sense.

: I’m creating my English world online. fajne.life is transforming into TomorrowWasFine.life – I absolutely love this new name, and I’m going to have so much fun with it 🙂 The domain is already booked and active. Stefan (who is slowly becoming Steven) and I spent a few days debating the new name. I have to admit, I managed to develop three super cool brands (and about 15 that were a bit less fitting, though equally magical). I spent quite a while wondering what to pick. I chose the one that resonated with me the most, but – unintentionally – it’s the closest to my current name, fajne.life.

thursday, 09.10.2025
sunday, 05.10.2025
koniec roku 2025
june 2024
monday, 24.06.2024

it’s been a while since I last wrote to you, and I guess it’s finally time to tell you what’s been going on. fifteen months ago, I decided to do something completely crazy. I mentioned it before:

well… I started learning to dance.

it was a wild idea, especially for a 38-year-old who had never danced before. the thought felt both thrilling and terrifying. I remember how many people looked at me like I’d lost my mind when I told them about it.

and, you know, from the very beginning, it didn’t go smoothly. it was hard, awkward, sometimes even tragic. there were days when I was completely devastated. every step, every movement required huge amounts of determination and patience. I was learning how to walk, stand, and jump all over again. I fought against decades of bad habits. often, I felt like I ended up in that dance school by mistake.

there were moments when I thought I’d give up — that I’d just go back to my comfortable chair and quit. but despite all the struggle, I didn’t. I kept going, working hard every single day, fighting my limits and weaknesses. my journal was the only witness to what I was going through.

and yesterday, right on my 40th birthday, at dance center – the school that has been putting up with me for months, patiently enduring all my failed attempts – there was a show. it was a special moment I’d been waiting for with both excitement and tension.

I performed in three different groups. each one felt like a milestone on my dance journey. I was full of energy and pride — proud that I’ve come this far, that I was there, dancing. for the first time in my 40 years of life.

it was an amazing adventure — one that’s only just beginning. learning to dance turned out to be not just a challenge, but a passion I want to keep growing.

I also have a short film summarizing these last fifteen months of my life. may it be an inspiration for you — the same way it is for me — to follow your dreams, even the weirdest and most absurd ones.

koniec roku 2024
january 2017
monday, 30.01.2017

my older daughter, when she was little, often lost all sorts of strange things in her room. from toys to clips, hair elastics and headbands. she would then come to me and say:

dad, I’ve got a problem. I lost that red doll with the long dress. you know which one. but that’s okay, right? you’ll help me find it?

who among us hasn’t forgotten where we put our wallet, headphones, charger, purse, or car keys? we’re always looking for something. at school, we could blame the dog for eating our homework. but how do you explain to a police officer that the dog ate your driver’s license?

once school is over, forgetfulness starts to cost more. sometimes money, sometimes just nerves.

it’s not so bad when you can go to the store and buy a new doll. worse when it’s a rare library book, a memory card with your vacation photos, or a wedding ring you took off “just for a moment.” that’s when panic starts. and in panic, it’s hard to find anything.

so I made a little plan — first for my daughters, later for myself.
it works not only when you’re looking for toys, but also when you’ve lost your calm, patience, or sense of direction.


1. breath, breath…

believe me, in many cases it all ends here. just stop, take a few calm breaths and… suddenly you remember where it lies.
calmness really helps you find more than nerves.

2. clear your head

if that doesn’t work – try to calm down. slow down. sit in silence for a while. let the thoughts stop racing.
I have already written about a simple way to calm down – go back to it.
the goal is simple: forget everything, even the doom.
see yourself from a distance, along with your flaws, inattention, absentmindedness.
sometimes you have to accept chaos to find something in it.

3. think again

are you sure it’s even yours?
it sounds funny, but children often look for toys that aren’t theirs at all. maybe they just saw them at someone’s house.
in the adult world it can be similar – we look for things we think we’ve lost, when in fact we never had them.
it’s worth making sure.

4. borrowed?

sometimes the answer is trivial: you borrowed. either from someone or yourself from someone.
my daughter loves to swap toys and always forgets who she gave what to.
maybe you also gave something away – and forgot?

5. where should it be?

now just starting the actual search.
start with where the thing should be.
maybe a shelf above the bed, maybe a table, maybe a drawer, just not the one you need.
sometimes something just fell behind a cabinet.
look where you’re “sure you’ve already checked”. because that’s where it most often lies.

6. where should it not be?

my daughter is looking for slippers every morning. usually they are under the bed, but sometimes – in the bathroom.
it is worth tracing the path that the doom may have traveled.
if it is not at its destination, it probably got stuck along the way.
just like those slippers that sometimes do not arrive in the evening from the bathroom under the bed.

7. kidnapping!

no, it’s not about stealing. it’s about coincidence.
sometimes someone just takes something of yours, not knowing you’ll be looking for it later.
in my house is a classic: one daughter plays with the other’s toys.
or my wife’s tidying up – which can effectively “tidy up” my stuff too.


these seven points are most often enough.
sometimes I find one daughter’s doll, sometimes the other daughter’s cuddly toy, and sometimes my wallet behind the cabinet.
sometimes the electricity bill in the coloring books, and the tablet – in the sock drawer (don’t ask).

but there are also things that stay lost. and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. maybe not everything needs to be found.

because sometimes when you lose something – you find something more important: patience, detachment, a smile.
and this is not likely to get lost anymore.