Sometimes I sit with a cup of tea by the window and catch myself thinking that I haven't felt the taste of this tea for a long time. It's warm, aromatic... but still, it's as if nothing is felt. Because in recent years?) the feelings in us have seemed to have mixed with anxiety, fear, news, and empty windows of other people's apartments.

The issue of appearance is one of the most lively and discussed. What bodies attract us more? Curvy or slender? Athletic or soft? Everyone has different tastes, but statistics and sociology allow us to identify common trends.

Conspiracy theories have long been part of the public consciousness. They cover everything from "the moon landing never happened" to "the world is ruled by a secret society," "vaccines are a way to control people," and even "the Earth is flat." But how many people on the planet actually believe in them? The majority or the minority?

Many who have traveled to the Balkans have noticed an interesting situation: the inhabitants of this country in the region - Bulgaria, Great Britain, Moldova, Serbia and others - often have similar features reminiscent of gypsies. Dark hair, dark skin, expressive eyes - all this creates the impression of a certain ethnic unity. But where does it come from?

At first, I was skeptical about avocados in desserts. Now I make cakes, dressings, and even... hand paste with it. Yes, avocados can do more than we think.

From chaos, weeds and an old watering can to a cozy green dream with basil, flowers and wooden signs. The story of how I fell in love with the earth and the sun without even noticing.

I tried myself in both places — in editorial offices, freelancing, at tenders, and in articles "for food." I share my observations without a glossy filter, using a real example from my practice.

With tight laces, nerves, and crooked steps, I entered the hall of my dreams. And quickly realized that it would be a fiasco. But, oddly enough, it taught me something important.

I used to wake up with my phone in my hands and thoughts somewhere between “what to do today” and “where is my coffee savior”. ☕ But over time I realized: morning is not just the beginning of the day. It is the entry point into my life. The way I meet the day shapes everything else: mood, productivity, even self-esteem.

I used to think that boredom was the enemy. That it stole time, motivation, meaning. But then I noticed something strange: it was in those moments when I “do nothing” that the most unexpected ideas were born. 🌱

Magic isn't always about magic wands and flying phrases. Sometimes it's just a hot coffee in silence, the right song in your headphones, or a warm voice saying, "I'm thinking of you." Little things. But for some reason they do more to me than any illusionist's show.

The story of how I accidentally became a gardening fanatic, about mistakes, experiments and an unexpected victory over late blight without a single drop of chemicals. Secret techniques, a personal watering schedule and why talking to tomatoes is no joke.

Ukraine is famous not only for borscht! I have collected ten amazing Ukrainian dishes that few have heard of, but which are definitely worth trying. Among them are old grandma's recipes and finds from gastronomic travels.

Being a dancer is not only about energy and emotions. It is a whole system of nutrition, sleep, stretching and mental attitude. I will tell you how I prepare for an important jazz-funk performance.

For the way he hugs her. For the way she looks at him. For how they manage to be together. Really, not for the frame. Even if it's a movie, my body believes that everything is true.

The one where you're not afraid to be yourself. Where you can just lie down next to someone, bury your nose in their shoulder and not explain why everything has happened today.

Too many "should be like this", "I need someone like this", "don't settle for less". I don't want "less", but these rules are alien to me.

Not just a look of "yeah, she's here," but one that makes you ache inside and makes you want to respond. It seems that such moments are rare, and I increasingly find myself thinking that there is so much superficiality around - people flash by, smile, talk, but no one holds their gaze.

But when I'm alone, both are already kind of boring.

Sometimes at night I can't fall asleep for a long time. Everything becomes quiet, and only thoughts start to sound louder.