I often think about how men look at women like me. The kind who are young, smile, know their worth, but still believe in magic.

When I moved to Krakow, I was simultaneously scared and... strangely calm. I didn't know anyone. I didn't understand where to buy good products. I didn't understand how transport works. I dreamed of getting a dog but I was afraid that I couldn’t even cope with myself.

Maybe I'm just a little bit of a flower girl 🌺

You know, I can be independent.

I don't suffer without a relationship. But sometimes, when I come home late from work, the same picture appears in my head: I take off my coat, my hair smells of shampoo, the kitchen is quiet... and I want so much for someone to just be. Without words. Without questions. Just be there.

We are often taught that tenderness is about weakness. About softness, compliance, emotions. But I notice more and more often: to be tender means to be brave. It is not the opposite of strength. It is its form.

Sometimes the day seems to deliberately collect everything possible — delays, lists, calls, traffic jams, worries. This text is not about productivity or time management. It’s about how I return to myself when the day is too loud.

There are books that you open for fun, and when you close them, you are already a slightly different person. That happened to me. More than once, and more than once. But I know for sure: romance in books does not always prepare you for real life.

Love is not always about geography. Sometimes you are on different continents, but closer than with someone who is nearby. And sometimes you share a bed, but between you there is a desert of unspoken words and differences in views.

When precision, concentration, and a little bit of inner zen meet on the same aiming line.

You come to the salon to refresh your hair color, get a facial massage, or tidy up your nails... And you leave not only beautiful, but also enlightened, peaceful, and... a little happier. Why is that? Because beauty professionals are also excellent psychologists in robes and with brushes in their hands. 🎨💇‍♀️

Spoiler: fact! 💁‍♀️ And it's not about fashion trends or glossy magazines. It's just the Ukrainian lifestyle - to be well-groomed not by chance, but by default. 😉

We're running. Hurrying. Solving a bunch of problems. Looking at our phones. Sometimes we even forget that there are people around us. Alive. Different. Tired, happy, sad, mysterious. And suddenly - a glance. Very fleeting. A stranger. Or a stranger. You smile. And... something happens. ✨

Each of us has at least once encountered a request to give alms - be it on the street, in the subway or at the entrance to a store. And then a thousand questions immediately start rushing around in your head: - Is it worth it? - Will it really help someone? - What if it's a scam? - And if I give, how often will they ask me?

Have you ever tried to stand in the "tree pose" under a real tree? Or take a deep breath when there are no walls nearby, but a meadow and wind? If not, I highly recommend it. And if yes, you will definitely understand what I mean now...

Have you ever looked at someone's toned waist and thought: "She probably just has good genetics." Well, maybe. But more often than not, behind every flat stomach there's a little sweat, a ton of motivation, and a fight against the desire to eat another croissant.

Being a mom is already a feat. Being a single mom is also a life-long marathon: sleepless nights, a ton of worries, decisions you make alone... But you know what? You are incredible. And you deserve not just to survive, but to live with pleasure, with a smile and with light inside

(And no, you don't have to get married right away to do this 😄) "You're strong, you can handle it!" - have you heard? Yeah. But sometimes you don't want to be strong, you just want to be... happy. Not in survival mode, not with thoughts of "how to get everything done", but with a sincere smile in the morning and the feeling: "My life is about me".

And if you want to be in the know — forget about just an apple in a bag from the supermarket. For Apple Spas 🍎, you need to collect a special basket — with soul, with meaning and with cinnamon!

Do you hear? There's something special in the air... It's not just August — it's Apple Spas. A warm, soulful holiday, with the aroma of ripe apples and childhood memories, where grandma baked charlotte and grandpa threw you the most rosy fruits from the apple tree. 🍏🍎