My first working place was Ford. A huge company launched its plant in the city 30 km away from mine.

I was a Logistics Manager's assistant and interpreter.

Good times they were: I was looking forward to being independent from parents and growing up and becoming someone who created their own life.

I loved my job until my boss started being an asshole.
I quit in 2 years.



It was a few months before I got married. I had plenty of free time.
And I was totally depressed about the fact I quit the job.

Day by day I was slowly dying watching series and trying to be a good wife.

One day I decided to open the club again but this time mixed it with yoga. I still remember that day - me and my friend and future coach Elmira were sitting on the bus, discussing where I could rent a yoga space.

Every meeting was fantastic! As we had a nice space we were jumping and running after yoga, fooling around. In English, of course!

Oh I miss it so much!



My husband was a decent man, but he didn't support my intentions of making the club. Mainly because we both thought we would have a child in future. He wanted a stable job for me with the maternity leave payments. I was 23.

So I had to stop it all.
Be serious at last.
Be a normal person at a normal work.



Again I started working in the office. First I hated it, but then I got used.
You know, people get used to anything.

But we never had a child - we divorced.

Unfortunately.
Or fortunately.




There were periods when I even liked my job.

I had an extreme responsibility to supply the plant with all parts. I was the one who could solve any issues with materials & suppliers. I performed inventory stock taken twice a year and later I became a Project Manager in Logistics.

But in 2 years of life without weekends and vacations I started feeling that something was wrong.



First I muted those voices. They scared me, I didn't want to listen.

But as time passed by, they became stronger. I couldn't mute them anymore.

Everything was good. Nothing was good.



Those voices were asking me whether that was what I wanted.

And I couldn't say yes. I got scared even more.

I had those voices each day, each minute asking me what I was going to do further.

I had no answers. Absolutely none.

My last 4th year in the company I merely talked to anyone. Always in myself, screaming inside. Sometimes out loud, though.

My managers were changing one by one, that was pissing me off, too. It's very important for me to have a good team or be in a good team. But it wasn't the case anymore.

I started saving money and waiting for the day when I was ready. Ready to quit and start over.

But it turned out, I was never totally ready.

I had a fear I wouldn't be able to make money if I didn't work in the office. I didn't know what I had to do, what to start with.

But on my birthday I finally forced myself to quit.

Accidentelly I saw a ticket to Italy. A very cheap one.

So I packed my suitcase and traveled to Pisa.