How small rituals can stabilize your day

How I paused the noise and started hearing myself

How a simple trip to the market reminded me of life’s rhythm

How simple cleaning became my stress relief

These July days are like a warm touch to the skin. The sun doesn't just warm you up, it seems to hug you, calm you down, make you breathe slower and deeper. And at such moments, I want to live not according to a schedule, but according to my feelings.

When I wrote last time about my dream to build something real, I received several messages asking what it means to be together for you. So I decided to share a little more. For me, being together is not just about living under the same roof. It's about a connection that goes deeper than everyday life.

Personal experience

I'm 39. And no, I'm not late. I'll still make it. Everything is still ahead. I haven't had true love in my life yet. The kind that is written about in books, sung about in songs, and shown in movies. The kind that makes your heart beat faster and your soul silently recognize "yours." I haven't truly loved yet. But I really want it.

Many people think that romance is just a stage at the beginning of a relationship. Flowers, unexpected meetings, long correspondences and first dates - all this seems charming, but temporary. However, true romance is not something one-time. It is constant work on intimacy, attention and sincerity in a relationship. And it is quite possible even after years of living together.

We are always trying to "improve" someone, "customize" them, "remake them according to the pattern of our pain." And all this, covering up with beautiful words: "I just want you to become the best version of yourself." But there is something very lonely in this desire.

How many men have felt needed only when they gave something? Money. Support. Help. Protection.

Men are the ones who set their own trap. They live with the idea that to be a Man with a capital M, you have to be superhuman.

Courage, determination, resilience, reliability. As if fear is an exclusively female prerogative. And a man should just move forward, without blinking, without hesitation, without stopping.

There is a silence in which only the inner voice is heard. It is rarely kind. Especially in the evenings. Especially when you come home again and do not hear any other breathing in the hallway except your own.

When there are kilometers, days, time zones between a man and a woman... everything becomes more complicated.😔😔

I like to linger in the moment between "just happened" and "now it's all over." This is my little pause, in which I allow myself to finish someone else's story in my own way.

They're funny, uneven, with burnt edges. But while I'm making them, the world becomes a little kinder.

Sometimes a phrase from a book or a quote you overheard accidentally gets stuck in your head more than your own thoughts. And one day you realize that everything you are is stitched together from other people's words and your own silences.

I didn't think that this would become my personal little ritual. But it was in the middle of the night that I realized that this is how I feel alive - barefoot in the kitchen, with a glass of cold juice and a full moon outside the window.

You can forgive a lot: awkward jokes, a tired look, even a slightly wrinkled shirt after a hard day. But there is something that brings a light but firm "no" to a woman's heart❌ Its name is bad shoes.