Every woman knows: you need to love yourself. But I didn't understand this for a long time. That is, I knew, but didn't feel it. Now I have learned to see luxury in what was previously perceived as routine.

Wipe away tears, get in the bath and say: “Heart, hold on.” Now this is my morning ritual.

It always seemed to me that being strong means holding on. Not whining, not complaining, not giving in to weakness. Gritting your teeth, doing it, coping. And that's how I lived. For a long time.

Sometimes I catch myself standing in front of one painting for a long time. Not because there is something “special” about it, but because it suddenly speaks to me quietly. Somewhere deep down, at the level of feelings, memories, childhood smells or pain that I have long been silent about.

When I was twenty, I thought I would love my body when it was “just right.” When the extra pounds disappeared, when my skin became smooth, when my legs were longer and my belly was smaller. I looked in the mirror and looked for flaws. And I always found them.

Morning used to be synonymous with rush for me: coffee in a hurry, a glance in the mirror on the run, thoughts already ahead, on the to-do list. I woke up not in my life, but in tasks. But at some point I realized: how I start the day is how I live it. And I changed my morning.

Being a Support for Each Other: About Loyalty, Trust, and Real Relationships

I don't know when you read this letter - in the morning with a cup of coffee or in the evening, curled up in a blanket... But I really want you to feel my mood. I want to share with you a piece of my soul - tender, bright, real 💌

Sometimes I think that the whole world can fit in a cup of coffee. It contains morning, hope, warmth, habit, a little loneliness and, if you're lucky, someone's care.🤗😘

I once heard this phrase: "A Catholic woman will only love a Catholic man, otherwise it's not a faith, but a hobby." And, you know, I was a little confused then. Because I had completely different examples before my eyes - both in life and in my heart.

Let’s be honest: I used to fall for pretty words and empty promises. You too? Then you’ll understand exactly what I mean... 😏

Forget the Hollywood script - the man I dream of doesn't have to be flawless. In fact, I don't want him to be. Perfection is boring. Predictable. Cold. 🥶

There are two types of connections in each person's life that can fill the soul: friendship and romantic relationships. Both are important. Both are deep. But there is a significant difference between them. Friendship is the roots A true friend is like the roots of a tree: you don't see it, but it holds you even in the strongest wind. Friendship does not require promises for life.

We get so caught up in life — in routines, phones, to-do lists — that we stop really seeing each other. We assume we know the people around us, so we stop asking, we stop noticing the small shifts. But people change. And if we’re not paying attention, we drift.

As I close my eyes at night, I think about how important it is to surround ourselves with things that bring us comfort. The pillow isn’t just a pillow; it’s a connection to the past, to moments that made me who I am. And as I drift off to sleep, I realize that it’s these small, meaningful things that matter most.

Some people collect things, some read the same book every evening. Everyone has something that makes them unique and a little strange, but I think it’s these habits that give life its spark.

There’s something special about setting the table just for yourself. Not because no one else is around, but because you want to show yourself care. No special reason needed. That’s the beauty of it.

This blog is about how motherhood changes, but does not abolish, femininity. About the balance between caring for a child and caring for yourself. About a mother's right to be alive, desired, beautiful, tired, happy - just herself.

This blog is about the inner strength of a woman who has been silent for a long time, waiting, hoping. But the time has come not only to wait, but also to speak. About your needs, limits, pain and hopes. This is the voice of everyone who is tired of being comfortable.

😄 I am a farmer from Ukraine, and my morning starts not with coffee, but with starting the tractor! 🚜