Really, this has been bothering me for a long time. I look around - men 35+, 40+ seem to blossom, they develop this confidence, charisma, some special charm.

It seems like I chose it myself, I can handle it myself, I do everything myself. But sometimes it's like there's a heavy stone inside, and I just want to take off my mask.

Everyone is running around as if there’s some kind of deadline: urgently, urgently, find a partner, otherwise you’ll be late. Where to? 🤷‍♀️

I got a compliment — not just one, but three.

The story of one album that became a comfort, a habit, and a home.

Inner balance, the earth under your feet and feelings that are not written in the schedule.

A small system that saves evenings and keeps you from getting bored inside.

A playlist as a salvation and as a soundtrack to different emotions.

In modern society, there is an increasing amount of talk about “traditional” men and women. These images are often heard on social media, blogs, and sometimes even in the advice of novice psychologists. And while at first glance such roles may seem “normal” or “natural,” they can create great difficulties — especially when people enter into relationships in adulthood.

This phrase often sounds like a compliment. “She is my muse.” There is something magical, romantic about it. It imagines a woman who inspires a man to create, to fight, to grow. But if you look closer, the question arises: should a woman be a muse?

This is not a fairy tale. This is not a perfect Insta story with the hashtag #happymom. This is about life. About a woman who once trusted — and was broken. But not destroyed. And who, despite everything — still wants to love.

In a world where headlines are more likely to alarm than inspire, where wars, crises, diseases, and indifference seem endless, it’s easy to lose your inner light. But even on the darkest days—especially days like these—we need to remember that there’s something inside each of us that can illuminate ourselves and others. It’s our inner sun.

🎈🎈IT'S MY BIRTHDAY🎁🎁🎁 I'VE THOUGHT SO MUCH ABOUT MY LIFE AND I WANT TO START NEW CHAPTER🎁🎁🎁

I don't want this stupid show, when everything inside you is shaking, but you put on a smile, put on lipstick, insert "everything is fine" into every message and think - maybe it will go away on its own. It doesn't.

No, seriously, it's such a small thing - just admitting that you made a mistake. Not launching into a whole lecture about why it happened, not inventing a million excuses and justifications. Just go and say - "sorry". That's all. But why is it so rare that I'm ready to almost float with happiness when I see that a man can really do that?

It seems to me that men who know how to be quiet — they seem to make it clear that it is safe here, that you can just be here. And this is very rare.

I'm not talking about some kind of ideal of beauty or filters. It's just like that - as if something is breaking inside, and a new version of yourself appears on the outside, which is not hiding and is not afraid.

I once opened someone else's album. I was just scrolling through the photos - by chance, without a goal. And there it was - a face. Her face. An ex. A smile, a vacation, a hand in her hand. I didn't need to ask, I understood everything. And at that moment I wasn't overwhelmed by jealousy or resentment. There was something else - a strange, tickling feeling: why is SHE still here?

One action a day. One step to the side. The story of a girl who was afraid to change her route, but learned to arrange "micro-jumps" for herself and felt that life was coming alive.

Everyone expects to see cows and chickens, but we have more interesting characters: a donkey who is jealous, a duck with the character of a star, and a llama who spits for a reason. Who are they and why would the farm not be so lively without them?