"Lecz dla mnie były te plony dojrzałe
Gorzkim owocem mego smutku tylko,
Bo czym bez Ciebie jest lato wspaniałe?
Gdy Ciebie nie ma, nawet ptaki milkną Lub taki smutek rozbrzmiewa w ich śpiewie, Że, drżąc przed zimą, liść blednie na drzewie." #codziennecud
Success and achievement can be measured in different ways. But in order to reach whatever our definition is, we need to be met where we are. Everyone’s beginnings are different and everyone’s endings are different too. .
Where are you at right now? What
On the blog today I share how I like to curate authenticity on my Instagram feed when I have nothing ready to post. I want my feed to look nice and ‘in brand’ but I also want to focus on sharing this game of value as well. I’ve switched from...
