I’m So Happy I Stopped Dreaming

Over the past few years, my homesteading dream has changed shape many times.

It began with a few plants on my windowsill - small leaves stretching toward the light between work calls and late dinners.

Then came the allotment in Ireland, where I started to grow my own fruit and vegetables. I still remember the feeling of eating what I’d grown for the first time - blackcurrants and raspberries warm from the sun, tomatoes that actually tasted like tomatoes...

My Irish harvest - still making me emotional :)

And now, there’s Siedlisko Zmiana - a real piece of land in Poland, slowly turning into a true homestead and a place of mindfulness.

I could have continued living my comfortable city life, watching others from a distance, envying the gardens they didn’t seem to notice, thinking how unaware they were of the treasure just outside their doors. But I chose differently. I stopped waiting for life to hand me what I wanted. I decided to build it myself.

I know what I want. I know why. And I’m getting there.

In 2025, I’ll keep building the life I imagine - one step, one season at a time. Even if it means flying back and forth between two countries, grabbing moments and days whenever I can. Even if it means getting tired, dirty, or cold. It’s still energy well spent. Because something beautiful is being built - something that fills me with quiet joy every time I touch the soil or see a new leaf unfold.

A year ago, I made the decision to stop only dreaming - and start doing. And now, twelve months later, I’m even more sure it was the right choice.

I’m creating a foundation for a simple life, close to nature - a space for tired minds, a refuge for people who need silence to hear their own thoughts again. A place where joy is something you can feel in your hands, not just think about.

There are challenges, of course. Moments of doubt, sacrifices, the usual chaos that comes with change. But not doing it isn’t an option anymore. I know that letting fear stop me would only leave me with regret.

So my New Year’s resolution is to continue shaping both of my homesteads - the small one in Ireland, and the growing one in Poland.

To move forward, but not rush.

To keep space for beauty, rest, and meaning.

To see how the seasons turn in the treetops.

To notice how each sunrise and sunset paints the sky differently.

To enjoy the food I grow and share.

To live the life I’m already building - not someday, but now.

Here’s to a gentle new year - one that feels alive, honest, and beautifully simple.

Marry Christmas and a happy, good new year!