The thought of sitting in that small space, admitting my failures out loud to another person - even a priest - made my stomach turn 😰

When I knead dough, there's a rhythm that feels ancient. My grandmother's hands did this. Her grandmother's hands before her. Hundreds of years of women in my family, making bread in the early morning darkness 🍞

If something was popular, I convinced myself I loved it too.

Why a Woman Sometimes Stays Silent Even Though She Has Something to Say

I often catch myself asking the wrong questions when we get to know someone. We ask about work, about hobbies, about weekend plans. All of this is important, but it's just a package. But inside, it's different.

I believe that true love knows no boundaries or kilometers. 🌍 Even when cities separate us, and time seems longer than usual, the heart knows how to find its way to the one who matters.

Sometimes I think how strange this world works... There are so many people around, but you can hardly find any real masculine energy.

If you're reading this, it's no coincidence 😉 I believe that the most interesting relationships begin just like that, with a spark, with curiosity, with a slight smile on the lips...

Simple, honest, drama-free.

But it's what feels right in my heart! My faith confirms it, my instincts confirm it, everything in me says THIS is my purpose.

Everywhere I looked - temptations, worldly interpretations of love, people celebrating passion over purity 🌹

My parents never celebrated it. Not because they didn't love each other - Lord knows they did - but because they showed love every single day through actions, not through one commercialized occasion 💐

And you know what? I had this whole internal crisis about it!

Ordinary girls send pretentious love texts, cards, perfume, scarves, and souvenirs. I'm a lawyer, but my favorite hobby is pole dancing.

Like, nothing particularly amazing happened today. I just woke up, had good coffee, went about my business, and I realized... I'm content? Is that weird?

They order takeout and think cooking is old-fashioned or oppressive or whatever.

I planted tomatoes too early this spring. I was eager, impatient, thinking I could outsmart the calendar.

Is that not enough?

Yes, you can't argue with a professional cardiologist.

My life already has its own rhythm, warmth, and meaning. There is work I care about, moments of silence, laughter, plans, and the ability to be alone without feeling lonely.