18/06/2026
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง... ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐๐.
There are quite a few moments from my childhood that I remember in detail, but I have a few that stand out strongly. One of them... the end-of-year celebration in 1st grade, which I'll tell you about in several "episodes".
I was among the children who got first prize and my parents added to the prize given by my teacher: more books! I wasn't passionate about reading yet, so it was like prevention :))) want to encourage a child to read? You buy them some nice books and then keep promoting them.
After the pampering, which I think felt like "Santa Claus has arrived" and certainly also like "wow, getting first prize is really worth it!", there was a show put on by us, the children, for the parents who made up the audience. I remember we were arranged like a choir, in front of the classroom, and the parents sat quietly at their desks, ready to admire their children.
We all had large boards hanging around our necks, almost as big as we were, each with a letter of the alphabet. And one by one, when it was our turn, we recited a little poem connected to that particular letter.
It's hard for me to go back and feel what I was feeling back then, but I clearly remember two things: I had just had an ear infection and we were about to move. This celebration was my last interaction with a warm environment where I had felt good and where I had found my place. Hmm... or maybe... I had earned it. I was a top student, appreciated by my teacher, and I had made friends. I felt at home. And... that movie was about to break apart on the very day of the celebration.
I had a mixture of sensations in my body... my ear was ringing and, together with it, at least half of my head was numb with pain; I could feel the warmth of my teacher's appreciation and my parents' pride - you know that saying: "that's my girl!" On one hand, I was trying to concentrate, I had 2 poems to perform in front of the audience, on the other hand, I was wrapped in the sadness of my last interaction with an environment that, for a year, had been my second home.
I have no idea what was in the hearts of the other children, but the classroom was packed with emotions. Some of the kind that make you feel like you're carrying a 50 kg backpack, when one of us stumbled over a poem, others of the kind that make you feel like you're flying, when another round of applause and encouragement came from the parents. Yes... and that tension you feel like an ice cube sliding down your spine... 3 children left, 2, 1... and... I'm next!
And just when the tension was at its highest, a puddle quietly appeared between the feet of the children's choir. For a few seconds nobody understood anything.
We looked at one another. Surprise. Confusion. Raised shoulders. Faces saying: what is that?
Until one of the children blurted out: "he peed himself!"... at which point... the audience and the choir were dying with laughter... in a fraction of a second the cloud of stress disappeared and it felt like we became children again, equally those of us in the choir and those sitting in the desks.
I don't remember who couldn't handle the tension anymore and honestly, it doesn't matter. It was an unforgettable moment that came with relaxation and humanity, not with shame and guilt. At least that's how I perceived it. Any one of us could have been the one who cut through the cloud of tension and yes... it was needed.
Yes... sometimes ๐ฐ๐'๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐.
Or... we end up denying ourselves the experience... maybe because "it's not the right time".
That's exactly what you do too when you know you need to make some changes. Related to how you look and how you feel, or... anything else.
You postpone. You wait for the perfect moment.
Only life doesn't seem very interested in creating the perfect conditions you want.
Something always comes up.
Maybe you're already exercising.
Maybe you're trying to eat well.
Maybe you already know a lot.
And yet... the results aren't there.
Or they aren't stable. Or they come slowly.
Or you're lacking consistency.
Success comes when you start from where you are.
With the life you have now.
With the challenges you have now.
With the energy you have now.
Without waiting for everything to line up.
That's what we do every day in Yes2FitClub.
Instead of waiting for the perfect moment, we learn to build results in real life.
And when you do that alongside people who are moving in the same direction and a mentor who guides you, the journey becomes much easier. And more fun.
And if you've postponed long enough and feel that the time has come to start, send me a message.
