Emotions Inspired by My Wedding – Or Rather, Little Letters to the Past, the Present, and the Future
Dear Moments of Times Gone By!
I will always remember you, the Good Times’ moments, whenever my fate turns a bit gloomy. I lived the feeling of completeness with you as Ruben was growing up. You stood by me while I shaped characters as a Krav Maga instructor, imparting knowledge, confidence, and purpose to my team. You accompanied me on the rocky path leading to my diploma, a journey I completed as a single mother, balancing work and studies, which gave my life meaning and vocation. You showed me direction when I felt trapped in a small town, when my situation seemed hopeless, when I was afraid to trust myself—yet every morning I rose, smiled at a wonderful little boy, and thought because of you: yes, I can make it. Thank you for the trust you gave me and for guiding me to the right decisions.
And to you, the Moments of Bad Times, I can never be grateful enough. I am someone who recognizes and appreciates the good, but never can one learn as much from nothing as from the bad. For although one cannot step twice into the same river, you still point the way—what is dangerous, what risks are no longer bearable, and what comes from placing unquestioning trust in someone undeserving. You taught me to fail with dignity and made me realize that walking away from a losing situation can be a form of victory. You confirmed that it is worth remaining human in the noblest sense, even when it seems the least profitable, the most uncertain, and the hardest choice. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Dear Moments of My Present Days!
It is truly astonishing how much of a surprise you have brought me. You have led me to where I am meant to be now—under the protection of someone who is truly mine. You have brought me a peace I used to create alone for myself, but now I am the one who receives it from someone else. You have lightened the weight of belonging and placed me in a puzzle where I was the last missing piece. You have made me a value in someone’s life, and you have made someone precious to me. Thank you…
Dear Moments of Times to Come!
You are the most exciting of them all! I can hardly wait to meet you; please surprise me with everything new, unpredictable, intriguing, ordinary, and astonishing. Be ominous, be electrifying, be present in my life with all your authenticity and every shade in which you exist. Please, sometimes be harsh so I may savor the good even more intensely, and sometimes be gentle because as time passes, I will need that too. I welcome you all with love, and accept you as I havecreated you to be. I know that each of you will be just as I have earned for myself—and with the people with whom we are no longer just individuals but Family. I already love you all!
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Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own. When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital. As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest. Later, I took on a new role at the Department of Health within the Ministry of Interior, continuing my journey in the healthcare field from a different perspective. Life has also grown in beautiful new ways: a wonderful partner has brought fresh energy and warmth into what was once just me and Rú—now we’re a family of three. Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu. So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength. Thank you for stopping by!
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