Category: Anything But Therapy

The photo exhibition last week was a major success. A short trip to Denmark followed – delicious and brief. Landed in Zagreb to 20+ degrees, only to wake up to a snowstorm the next morning. Summer tyres really enjoyed that. My calf decided to act up after a slow 4k treadmill run, while the Belgrade…

It’s funny how a short break from your favourite band can put a refreshed perspective on what it actually means to you, and boy, did I miss it. Almost three months without a gig, coming back to Maribor for a 3-hour Siddharta special. Explosive! My inner trigger-happy child went ballistic with a record-breaking 9017 photos…

Insert excuse here. With overly optimistic goals, a bit much on my plate and spending too much time on Instagram, it was a week filled with adulting and admin. Feeling unaccomplished and barely catching enough sleep.

With every good intention of sending this episode on time, one simple phone call – and my inability to say no to a new experience – means I’m once again cutting into my sleep time. I’m trying hard not to make it a habit. We’ll see next week.

A long Monday, and as I often say, “Ni težko, kar se mora.” So here I am, writing this past my usual bedtime. Sleep? Soon. Looking back at my calendar and camera roll, it was an extraordinary week – mostly family and social time, good food, and a deep dive into some special whiskies.

Episode 9, and I somehow wrote the entire thing except the first few paragraphs. A complete opposite of last week – and I’ve got… nothing. Still processing, while simultaneously putting too much on my plate and feeling I should do more. Classic.

As it happens, we’re at Episode 8 – so can I drop some news? After eight (ha, see what I did there) years, I was politely asked to change my relationship status. On LinkedIn. January really did start with a bang.

Written days in advance, fully convinced this episode would go out on time – only to move it into a long list of drafts and start from scratch. Reasons? Many. The catalyst? A morning text from a friend.

It’s mildly ironic writing a weekly newsletter called Anything But Therapy when this entire week has been exactly that – therapy. Just not the kind I originally had in mind. Sigh.

Due to a broken toe and a doctor-advised sick leave, this week’s Anything But Therapy is postponed. Hah. Just kidding. Sadly, not about the broken pinky toe, but just about postponing Episode 5 – I can still type. Yesterday’s visit to ER’s X-ray confirmed a fracture, courtesy of an early-morning door kicking.

Keeping the newsletter momentum, even if I lost the thread a bit. I’ve been struggling with social posts since the start of the year, still slightly exhausted from December. Not exhausted enough to stop me from howling at the moon, though.

January mood? December stats? Another rant? New Year’s resolutions? Ten minutes to the Episode 3 deadline. Let’s keep this simple. December didn’t really slow down, so here’s a quick recap of recently published galleries: