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Lika Spivakovska





As you know, I have problems with self-identification. Every day I ask myself: “Who am I?”. And every time I get lost with the answer.
Recently, one girl asked: “Listen, I don’t follow you, I don’t know what you do?”.
I hung.
I held my book in my hands, but I am not a writer; I recently held my exhibition, but I'm not an artist. One foot in business, the other in art, and the third is the mother of a teenage girl and a baby boy. After thinking, I replied:
- I wish I knew.

So, in two seconds, all self-presentation courses collapsed.

While preparing for my SUPERWOMAN performance, I asked Catherina Smotrich what topic she would like me to cover. Do you know what she said?: "Any theme of yours will be great."

Here it helped.

For the next month, I puzzled over the presentation. I didn’t succeed, you remember, I don’t know how to choose, I take everything.
But then the time limit is 30 minutes.

Instead of preparing, I went to the sea.

All three days I looked at the monitor with the first slide “Enter a title” open. And I saw - seagulls, waves and white sand.

I returned rested and without slides, the day before the forum, not having the slightest idea what to talk about.

Inside there was only one conviction: “I will manage. Something. Somewhow. It will work."

And now, I'm already writing to Katya, I need 220 on stage and an XLR cord, and Vlada Buchko - let's do a performance?

And on Sunday, I go on stage and do something that I have never, NEVER done before: author's readings of a book to the accompaniment of keyboards.

I did not understand how I turned from a speaker of a business forum into a show, giving a concert. At the end of my speech, I said:

“Since childhood, I have dreamed of being on stage. And here I am".

Katya wrote yesterday that there were 600 people in the hall, and 1850 were online.
2450 people witnessed how I did something for the first time in my life and how, at the age of 36, I realized my childhood dream.

Did I plan it? Nope. Did I write in a notebook, hang illustrations on the refrigerator? No.
I have been saying for a long time: dreams always come true by themselves.
If you believe not in them, but in yourself.