The ‘simple you’ is wildly extraordinary
There was a time when Ionela forgot herself.
She wore “busy” like armor.
Hid behind to-do lists and “not enough-s.”
Let the world call her by titles—eventstrategist, creator, woman-who-should-have-it-together—
while her real name gathered dust.
Pure Ionela.
The one who writes poems at midnight.
The one who rollerskates like the wind is cheering for her.
The one whose creativity doesn’t fit—it overflows.
But for years?
She kept her in a drawer.
What She Thought She Needed:
A better routine.
More discipline.
To “fix” her scattered energy.
What She Actually Craved:
Permission to be exactly as she was—messy, moving, marvellously unfinished.
To look in the mirror and whisper: “Oh. There you are.”
Because here’s the truth Ionela reclaimed:
Freedom isn’t something you find.
It’s something you stop refusing.
Every poem scribbled in margins.
Every time she chose roller-skates over “shoulds.”
Every moment she let her self be fluid instead of framed—
she wasn’t being distracted.
She was coming home.
This Isn’t About Balance
It’s about surrender—the kind that:
✔️ Turns “stuck” into sacred pause.
✔️ Lets creativity be a current, not a commodity.
✔️ Shows others: “Look how softly you can take up space.”
The best part? Ionela didn’t “find herself.”
She just stopped pretending she was lost.
So Here’s Your Invitation:
What’s your name beneath the name?
The version of you that writes just to feel alive.
That dances in kitchens.
That knows freedom isn’t a destination—it’s the way you blink back tears and grin anyway.
You don’t need another self-help book.
You need to meet yourself where you already are.
Because the world doesn’t need more perfect women.
It needs Pure [Your Name].
📸 Let’s capture her.
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She Fell Silent, She Sat Still. Until Her Soul Spoke Her Name.
She Dimmed Her Light. Until She Chose to Shine Again.
Ionela Victoria Mihalcea
