I’m Sarina. And Ștefania.

That’s where the name of my blog comes from: Sarina.ro.

I’m thirty-something and the proud owner of a rather impressive collection of flaws — all worn like merit badges. Every mistake qualifies me a little more for this league of people who try. Along the way, I’ve also gathered passions and emotional misfires, and now they all dance chaotically on this crazy carousel called life.

I live on an island, but my roots are in Lehliu-Gară, a forgotten little town in southeastern Romania. And no matter how far I’ve gone, that place still runs through my veins.

Writing this, I realize the hardest thing is talking about yourself. Finding words that capture you without hiding you. Without getting lost in pompous adjectives that sound good but don’t represent you.

And yet, I’m learning to own it. Slowly. Between those moments when impostor syndrome holds me back.

Just to be clear: I’m nothing special. I read, I write, I work. I create dramas out of nothing, because sometimes that’s all I can do.

 

What I Do

Writing is my soul, but SEO is how I pay the bills.

I have a complicated relationship with words. I use them to tell stories, but also to make them work for me. SEO is my practical side - the place where my creativity meets strategy.

I spend my days juggling numbers, analysis, and texts that need to show up on the internet. That’s my job, the other carousel that keeps me moving.

I’ve written and will keep writing about everything worldly - both the things outside and the things within. About what you see at first glance, and what you discover later.

About books, reading, and other findings born out of relentless curiosity.

My Book…

I carefully prepared the launch of my first book, one that dares and speaks with an authentic voice.

My book - From Scraping By to Soaring High.

It’s not just a title, it’s a road. My road. Now it rests on some shelves, among other good stories.

Seeing my book there, alongside those writers, is a strange mix of pride and doubt. But it exists. And it’s ready to be read, criticized, loved, or overlooked.

The choice is yours.

Until then, I’ll keep reading and writing with the same feverishness of someone who left things unfinished and is now making up for lost time like a madwoman.

I’m glad you’re reading (me).