A 40-year-old mother from Nikopol, fitness lover, entrepreneur, and woman who believes in new beginnings.

A single mother living in Spain, learning to love life again, searching for connection, inspiration, and someone to share simple joys with.

Today, a funny little story happened to me. I left the house early, deciding to treat myself to a quiet morning. I bought my favorite coffee ☕, put on my headphones, turned on some music, and walked along, smiling to myself. It was such a calm moment, when everything seemed effortless

Sometimes it's the little pleasures that make a day special. Those moments when the world seems to stand still, and you smile without trying to hide it 😊 Happiness is found in simple, warm things... but the most interesting thing is that almost every one of them has a place for a man.😉

Sometimes happiness begins with something very small. A seed, a look, or maybe one sincere message.

I told myself it was clarity, strength, control. And some of it was.

The best thing for me isn't just to be gentle and supportive—it's to be those things from a place of wholeness, not from a place of needing someone else to complete me. 💕

the best thing for me is to stop trying to convince myself that faith doesn't matter when choosing who to share my life with.

What's best for me is to stop second-guessing the life I want.

💭 There's nothing wrong with being someone who thinks things through, but I've noticed that sometimes my caution turns into hesitation, and then hesitation becomes paralysis.

Have you ever felt like winter isn't just cold and snow, but some kind of magical portal? I definitely have! My name is Varvara, and I want to share my little winter fairytale that warms me even in the most severe frosts.

The air is getting crisper, the days shorter, and a quiet sense of anticipation is settling over the world. There’s a beautiful, bittersweet magic to the weeks leading up to the holidays - a blend of festive warmth and reflective silence.

I've spent so long emphasizing that my contentment is my responsibility, and that's true. But I was starting to sound like someone who doesn't need anyone, and that's not accurate. What's best for me requires rethinking this. 💭

I said loving someone means respecting his path, and I still believe that. But I've been thinking about it differently lately, and I realize I was perhaps being too one-sided in how I talked about it. 🤔

I wrote those words about emptiness and faith with such certainty, and I meant them. I still mean them. But I've been realizing that holding truth doesn't mean I get to judge others for not having found it yet, or for finding it in different forms, or for still being on their journey. ✝️

I think I needed to say this out loud because somewhere along the way, I started letting the land define everything about who I am. And while I still believe that hard work is honest and real, I'm realizing that a person is more complicated than just their labor. 💭

I realized something recently that kind of changed my perspective on all this fear I've been carrying. The thing is, I was treating inexperience like it was a personal failure instead of treating it like what it actually is—just where I am right now. And maybe that's the most important distinction I could make. 💡

A young artist from Kyiv searching for real love, stability, and a better future for her daughter.

A calm and loyal woman from Odesa searching for a meaningful connection and a new beginning in life.

A little piece of my story — a Ukrainian woman building her new life in Los Angeles, balancing ambition, motherhood, and hope.