It's just on purpose, as if it's some kind of trend - "I'm on my own, I don't need anything." And then they complain that no one shows up, no one writes, no one calls. And why should they, if you yourself are hiding behind a wall of coldness? ❄️

If I want, I work until night, if I want, I cook pasta at three in the morning and turn on the music louder. I can screw in a light bulb, and hand in a report, and fix a door. And if I want, I can disappear for a couple of days just like that, without explanation.

Oh, mi amor, autumn has come, and I ask myself this question again. In the morning, I don’t want to run barefoot onto the balcony with a cup of coffee, the wind tickles my shoulders, and goosebumps run across my skin. But you know what? I even like it. Autumn is like a man with character. A little cold, but so inviting. I am Laura, and for me, warming up in the fall is a whole ritual. It’s not just putting on a sweater and covering myself with a blanket.

I'm writing to you straight from the scorching city, where the asphalt is melting under my feet, and I feel like ice cream on a frying pan. Yes, not in a cup or a waffle cone, but on a frying pan. Because it's so hot that you want to melt and disappear into the shadow of the nearest air conditioner.

All of us, at some point, have faced a situation where we weren’t the one chosen. Not in love, not in friendship, not at work, not even in family. It hurts. It cuts deep. It chips away at your self-esteem and triggers a painful question: > “Maybe there really is something wrong with me…” 😓

Sometimes, we just need to be alone — to shut the door, silence the notifications, and finally hear… the quiet. 😌 But other times, that same silence cuts deep, echoing like a hollow void and whispering painful questions: “Why am I alone? What’s wrong with me?” 😢 How can we tell the difference between healthy solitude and painful loneliness?

Have you ever caught yourself replaying imaginary conversations with someone who hurt you? 😤 Maybe rehearsing the perfect comeback? Or secretly waiting for an apology that may never come? Resentment might feel like a natural reaction — but in reality, it’s a trap we fall into way too easily… and then stay stuck, slowly poisoning ourselves from within.

From childhood, we’re told: “You need to study hard,” “You need a stable job,” “You need to be convenient for others.” But who decides what we really need? 🤔What does it actually mean to “live the right way”? Is it about money, success, and status? Or is it about being honest with yourself, finding peace of mind, and the freedom to be who you truly are? 🕊 Let’s take a look— what gives you that feeling that you’re living the way you’re meant to live? And why does it matter? 💡

Working online is freedom and flexibility. It is an opportunity to work from anywhere in the world. I should not be tied to my job

What does "home" mean to you? Just walls, comfort, renovation? Or is it a place where you can really be yourself - without stress, without masks, without fear? Why, when in their apartment, do some people feel anxious, turn on the TV in the background and can't just lie down and relax? How to create an atmosphere where "I can" - be tired, silent, happy, sad? Today we're talking about the very security that is not visible, but without which it is impossible to live 🌱

I constantly think about where it is better to live, earlier I lived in a house, but when I moved out from my parents, I started renting an apartment. And now I think where I liked it more on the one hand, an apartment is convenient, shops, pharmacies, schools, gyms, cafes and it's all nearby. If the apartment is small, then there are fewer worries with cleaning, less expenses for electricity or water.

Hi. This is not my first blog, but I want to be sincere. I'm 43 and I'm proud of this age. Because over the years I've learned a lot. I raised two children whom I adore. I learned to cope with difficulties, to be strong when necessary, and soft when possible. I work, and my work brings me joy - not everyone can boast of this, right?

A strong woman is not the one who always smiles. She is the one who knows how to hold on when the whole world is falling apart. But do you know what her pain is? That everyone thinks that she does not need warmth, hugs and support. This blog is about the silent pain that the strongest carry inside themselves…

I found colors where I thought there was nothing

My tradition of escaping to another world amidst reality

How I suddenly remembered myself in the cherry orchard

Sometimes I catch myself thinking why we are so drawn to the past? Maybe because it is there that it is cozy. The feeling that you are understood without words. This is exactly how it used to be in my grandmother's house, when we sat down at a big table, ate varenyky with cherries, and the oven smelled of fresh bread. And even though I am now in the city, among cafes, rush and Wi-Fi, these memories are like an anchor. They hold me inside, remind me of who I am.

My new rule - one day a week without words and people

I often get written that we are together. But somehow differently. It's like we are together, but not together. And I understand these words. Because being together is not just living under the same roof. It's not just saying goodnight every night. It's not just saying how are you? at breakfast. It's something more.

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