Sometimes home experiments in the kitchen turn into little miracles, and sometimes they turn into complete failures 😅. Do you like cooking and trying new things? 🍴✨

I used to think self-control was about white-knuckling through difficult moments until they passed.

I used to think patience meant waiting for other people or waiting for circumstances to change. But I'm realizing it means being patient with myself too. With my own mistakes. With my own learning. With the person I'm becoming.

When I pray about my life, I ask God for big things. Guidance. Clarity. Purpose.

Living quietly in my village has taught me something that city people often miss—that silence isn't emptiness. Silence is full of things.

For so long I thought I needed to become something different to be worthy of attention. I'd read about what girls are supposed to be like and I'd try to fit that mold. Quieter, or bolder, or more interesting, or less emotional. It was exhausting and it never felt real.

A FEW THOUGHTS ON HOW I SEE MARRIAGE NOW🤔

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. 💭