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Missing You Log Preface This is not a diary of sorrow, but a record of transformation. Between August 24 and September 5, 2025, I began writing down some moment I missed you. At first, it was simply longing — waves, stars, silence, sleepless nights. But as the days unfolded, the missing became something else: symbols, reflections, truths, and energy. This log is the arc of my awakening. It begins with ache, moves through beauty and paradox, and ends in gratitude and sovereignty. In missing you, I learned how to love without possession, how to transform absence into energy, and how to expand love — to myself, to life, and to the world. Entries 2025-08-24, Morning — Sea Swimming in the sea, I missed you in the waves. The water pulled me forward, yet my heart drifted back to you. 2025-08-24,...

5 Renewable Energies That Wake Me at 3 A.M. This morning I opened my eyes at 2:30. I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. By 2:40, I gave up and began to write. My husband hadn’t even gone to bed yet. I don’t wake from stress, anxiety, or insomnia — I wake from overflow of energy and clarity. Life force itself pulls me up. When It Began I’ve been monitoring my wake-up times since August. The first time I woke at 3 a.m. was August 19, the day I finished designing my Life Architect System. I remember lying in bed, so excited, thinking: This system will help others. That night, it wasn’t discipline...

Hope + No Contact = Pure Energy Yesterday I felt it clearly — hours of missing him drained me. The more I lingered on absence, the heavier I became. But before bed, I realized I could shift this energy. Instead of missing, I could practice appreciation and transform longing into gratitude. And today, I already feel lighter. I don’t miss him as much. Instead, I am holding a quiet hope — the vision of reunion three years from now. Not as desperate waiting, but as part of the same horizon I’ve already chosen for myself: my YouTube journey, my book, my independence, my relocation. Every time I miss him, I now give myself this hope. With no contact, that hope becomes clean. And when hope meets no contact, the formula is clear: Hope...

The Tree of Yoga He sensed I liked him about three months after we met. His sensitivity was strong — shaped by years of caring for his family, learning to notice the subtle: body language, energy shifts, unspoken feelings. One day in April, he expressed his feeling directly: “Your smile shines like the sun, always makes me feel happy when I get one.” I explained my kindness as cultural — “because you are a foreigner here, and so am I, I understand the feeling of isolation and want to be friendly.” His response was simple, but it pierced through: “It is a pity that you don’t like me....

I went to the ecological park as usual, searching for the hawk for five days, but it was nowhere to be found. “Is it gone?” I wondered. Just a short while ago, I had seen it twice within three days—right as I was writing my Life Architect System. Now, it has disappeared completely. Was it a coincidence? When I was structuring my future plan, the hawk appeared. When I finished, it vanished. I knew it wasn’t random. The hawk showed up as synchronicity—right at the moment I was creating my Life Architect System. When my energy tuned to an “a...

Love Changed My Life 1. The Story — Recognition and Warmth We met in the gym, both of us training in the early mornings. For several months, I avoided him. My heart was locked inside marriage, not free to open. But he didn’t give up. He kept asking if we could have a coffee. When he told me he planned to leave and asked me to do him a small favor, I felt an unexpected freedom. In that freedom, I decided to see if there was a message for me. The night before we met, life shook me awake through conflict. And the very next morning, I was guided to a new connection. During our first meeting at Starbucks, I discovered something rare: he knew me even before I spoke. He recognized my soul, and...

August 11, 2025 I woke up at 4:00 a.m. today. It reminded me of a time when I could rise at 4:30 — even 3:30 — simply because my connection with him filled me with energy. This morning, I felt that same spark. The moment I opened my eyes, it was as if I was watching the world through two pairs of eyes — mine and his. As I walked through the neighborhood we once shared, I saw him in every corner, and realized I was smiling. When I arrived at the gym and walked toward the VIP room, I saw the “movie” of us playing in front of every machine I passed. I don’t even need to close my eyes to recall these moments — they just appear. As...

He Was a Mirror, Not a Destination When I met him, I didn’t know what it meant. Now I understand: it wasn’t coincidence. It was synchronicity. How It Started We met at the gym in January. Our paths crossed around 6–7 a.m. — two early risers, quietly consistent. We spoke briefly, occasionally. He added me on LINE and sent kind, beautiful messages. I showed them to my husband and replied only, “Thank you.” After five months, he told me he was returning to Italy. He asked if we could have coffee before he left. That’s when I cried — not because he was leaving, but because of what he said before: “You’re so positive.” That one sentence touched something deep in me. I felt seen — something I rarely experience in my marriage or my family of origin. The First Real Conversation We met at Starbucks at the end of May....