Movement as a manifesto: why do I choose the gym and dancing over the couch?

I might not surprise you,

Movement is life, life is joy, joy is giving something from the heart to someone, and maybe just for fun, even to strangers!

Can you do that?

How about we just try it!?

What do you think about that?

Okay, I got a little distracted.

Sometimes people say to me, "Dragitsa, where do you get all this energy? Work, the gym, and still have the energy left over for dancing!" And I answer: I don'...

"The Dress That Waited Twenty Years"

She had kept it in the very back of the closet—a ripe-pomegranate-colored dress with an open back, bought at a flea market when she was thirty, intended for "that special evening." That evening never seemed to arrive. The dress survived three moves, two countries, and a war.

Then one day, she took it out—simply to wear at home, barefoot, with a glass of cava. She looked in the mirror and suddenly saw not a woman who was waiting, but a woman who was already ...

Recently, my girlfriends and I decided to have a dance night.

We were hoping for a major dance craze moment.

We put on our favorite music, laughed, copied moves from videos, and felt like real stars.

We didn't all stay in sync, sure.

But it was all pretty funny.

At one point, I got so into character that I decided to pull off a graceful spin...

But instead of a spectacular finish, I accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers.

The crash and the racket were awful—but it was fun.

Even thou...

"The Story of a Contentious Meeting"

I used to think "The Irony of Fate"

was just the title of a movie. But then, for three months, I genuinely couldn't stand a guy in our friend group: he was constantly arguing with me, teasing me, and throwing me off my rhythm at parties.

Then, one day, we happened to be left alone waiting for dessert and struck up a conversation...

and it turned out he had an amazing sense of humor and the kindest soul! Since then, I’ve made a vow to myself: never jump...