About how I learned to love movement without falling in love with the word "sport". Without mantras, motivation and before/after photos - only a real path through pain, attempts, resistance and random joy.

A candlelit dinner has become for me not an element of a movie, but a way to feel real. This is not a love story, this is a story about paying attention to yourself, about inner peace and the power of simple moments.

Learning to protect my boundaries changed my relationships and brought unexpected freedom. Here’s how “no” became my favorite word—and why it can be yours too.

But the truth is that women are not created to compete with each other. We are mirrors, not rivals. When one shines, it does not darken the other. On the contrary, it shows how you can shine too ✨

Not a chase, not a rush, not the screams of an alarm clock, but a space in which I remind myself: I am at the center of my life ☀️

The world through smells - not romantic and floral, but real, homey, human. This is a story about feelings entangled in aromas, body signals and memory.

Warm dishes that hide small traditions, memories, emotions and loneliness. This blog is not just a list of recipes, but a story about moments when cooking becomes therapy, and food is the language of self-love.

Not a banal reflection on self-acceptance, but a lively story about how small rituals, random discoveries and your own laughter turned out to be more important than any “correct” recipes for self-love.

This weekend, we celebrated Medics' Day - a time to honor those who dedicate their lives to caring for others. But to me, this day is more than just a professional celebration. It’s a reminder of purpose, compassion, and strength.

What does it mean to truly share. Not just give, but share everything you can, without reserve.

But am I not sinning if I keep my distance? Am I not breaking the commandment of love and openness if I have a list of questions and worries in my head?

Physical activity helps the body - and at the same time clears the head 🏃‍♀️

I stopped holding on to old friendships “out of respect for the past.” I’m grateful to those people for that stage of my life. But now I choose my emotional health

I’m not one of those who lie a lot or am untouchable. I prefer another game — exchanging warmth. Support. Care.

No fancy exercise machines, no fitness instructors in tight leggings... Just a field, beds, hay, water from a pump and everything honestly 💦

Answer quickly, or I'm starting to fantasize... 🙈

But I wonder if a man can forgive me for falling in love for the first time in my life - and not knowing how to do it properly?

You know, over the years of observation, I have come to one interesting conclusion.

Sometimes everything starts with nothing. A turn of the head. One moment. Someone entered the cafe, sat down at the next table - and the atmosphere changed. Not loudly, not on purpose. A person simply appeared, and with him - a sense of the significance of the moment ✨

Not to make corrections. Not to apologize. But just to have fun again. After all, there are days like that - nothing special, but something clicked in them. Everything coincided: smells, light, music, look, the feeling of the skin, like electricity in the air. The world then moves a little - and you feel it. Something wild, real, alive turns on inside💕