A story of my struggle, patience, and victory that inspires not to give up and to keep moving forward no matter what

A simple but emotional recipe that unites generations

How to find that one man and stop dreaming

😌Have you ever thought that a woman's hair is also her character? Blondes are bright and sunny, redheads are fire and whim, brown-haired women are gentle and homely... But black hair... it is like midnight without a moon. Mysterious, alluring, deep.💋

You know, this morning I thought about a strange but intriguing thought... 😌 After all, our underwear is not just fabric. It's a mood. It's a secret hidden under clothes.

You know, everyone has their own way to escape from reality... 😊Someone watches movies, someone travels, and I just open a book 💌

Every summer I increasingly notice one feature that on the one hand seems like a trifle, but on the other hand, actually makes me a little worried. I'm talking about how women come to church on hot days. In the summer, you want lightness, freedom, brightness, and this is natural. But what to do when this lightness turns into frankness, which, in my opinion, is not quite appropriate in the temple?

This isn't advice from a book or a list of life hacks on how to find your life's work in three days. These are thoughts out loud. About how to live when everyone seems to have a "calling," and you just have a pause and a feeling that you're not drawn to anything. This is an honest dialogue with yourself without beautiful endings.

What to do if you're home together, but you want a holiday? Unusual, warm and simple ideas that you want to share. About coziness, games, memories, smells from childhood and what creates closeness.

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?