There’s something oddly romantic about the sound of rain.

Going to the gym is a journey. Mostly mental.

It’s a ritual, a comfort, and occasionally... my only motivation.

Women and professions — not just history, but the present. Plumber, pilot, firefighter, engineer, surgeon. Not from the chronicles, but from my reality. My impressions, my admiration, my personal list of those who broke barriers — just by working.

Where does this feeling of respect for simple things come from in me? Why did warmth towards manual work become not just aesthetics, but something almost personal? The story of childhood, the smell of jam and grandma's fingers in flour, stitch after stitch.

There are films that I don’t just fall in love with — I move into them. I rewatch them as if it were a meeting with my loved one, and I relive everything every time. These films have become my comfort, inspiration, and quiet companions.

Three crises. Three points when it seemed like everything was falling apart. And each time - a museum, a book, music. Not as escapism, but as a crutch for the soul. A story about how someone else's pain helps you survive your own.

Strength is not armor. It is the sky after the storm. And I allow myself: to be different. To be myself 🌿

Life by the sea is an endless rush and the power of waves that come calm one moment and stormy the next, just like our own struggles and challenges. Waves are like our emotions — sometimes smooth and gentle, sometimes wild and fierce. But it is in the storm that strength and character are born.

I can't help but share my thoughts, because this is such a delicate topic that it seems that it should be discussed simply, honestly and without reproach.

About inspiration that comes during rain. It's not just weather - it's a background for inner honesty, for silence, letters, memories. A combination of auditory and tactile images, associations, memories. 📝🎶

My favorite time of day, in which habits, smells, touches, movements and dreams are intertwined. Every detail is beautiful from the rustle of a blanket to the taste of honey in tea, from your thoughts to the fine line between reality and anticipation of the day. 🍯📖

A few key sunrises and sunsets in my life — in the mountains, by the lake, on the roof, and from the train window. Through these moments, I describe what change, acceptance, and inspiration mean to me. ✨

I used to think that the gym is about pain, a strict regime and constant struggle. Now I know: it is my space of strength. But not the strength that grits my teeth, but the one that brings me back to myself.

It won't be love at first sight. It will be — "finally."

Every woman has her own type of love. Mine is about tenderness.

There is one little secret I want to tell you… I adore beautiful nightwear. Silk, lace, satin – for me it’s not just fabric. It’s a mood. It’s a game. It’s the art of seduction that begins… right after sunset 🌙

I go to love not from emptiness, but from fullness. Because I learned to be happy alone, I learned to appreciate my evenings, my silence, my freedom ☕🌸

I have noticed more than once that it is very difficult for men to admit that they are exhausted. Not physically - that is half the trouble.

Egypt is not just a country of pharaohs, heat and resorts. For me, it has become a challenge, a reboot, and, at the same time, a new source of inspiration. Everything is different here - the rhythm of life, smells, colors, the looks of passers-by, even the silence at night sounds different from home.