Not a chase, not a rush, not the screams of an alarm clock, but a space in which I remind myself: I am at the center of my life ☀️

The world through smells - not romantic and floral, but real, homey, human. This is a story about feelings entangled in aromas, body signals and memory.

Warm dishes that hide small traditions, memories, emotions and loneliness. This blog is not just a list of recipes, but a story about moments when cooking becomes therapy, and food is the language of self-love.

Not a banal reflection on self-acceptance, but a lively story about how small rituals, random discoveries and your own laughter turned out to be more important than any “correct” recipes for self-love.

This weekend, we celebrated Medics' Day - a time to honor those who dedicate their lives to caring for others. But to me, this day is more than just a professional celebration. It’s a reminder of purpose, compassion, and strength.

What does it mean to truly share. Not just give, but share everything you can, without reserve.

But am I not sinning if I keep my distance? Am I not breaking the commandment of love and openness if I have a list of questions and worries in my head?

Physical activity helps the body - and at the same time clears the head 🏃‍♀️

I stopped holding on to old friendships “out of respect for the past.” I’m grateful to those people for that stage of my life. But now I choose my emotional health

I’m not one of those who lie a lot or am untouchable. I prefer another game — exchanging warmth. Support. Care.

No fancy exercise machines, no fitness instructors in tight leggings... Just a field, beds, hay, water from a pump and everything honestly 💦

Answer quickly, or I'm starting to fantasize... 🙈

But I wonder if a man can forgive me for falling in love for the first time in my life - and not knowing how to do it properly?

You know, over the years of observation, I have come to one interesting conclusion.

Sometimes everything starts with nothing. A turn of the head. One moment. Someone entered the cafe, sat down at the next table - and the atmosphere changed. Not loudly, not on purpose. A person simply appeared, and with him - a sense of the significance of the moment ✨

Not to make corrections. Not to apologize. But just to have fun again. After all, there are days like that - nothing special, but something clicked in them. Everything coincided: smells, light, music, look, the feeling of the skin, like electricity in the air. The world then moves a little - and you feel it. Something wild, real, alive turns on inside💕

When no one is watching, roles disappear. There are no spectators, no need to play. Neither strong, nor sweet, nor comfortable. Everything external is erased - the naked "I" remains❤️

Somewhere in a drawer I still have a watch strap from my ex, a perfume I used a couple of times “for special occasions”, an old lighter - although I don’t even smoke. All this is a museum of the past, open 24/7, but without visitors.

The gym is my daily go-to, but sometimes I crave a different kind of energy.

My story about how I learned not to be afraid of uncertainty. About a trip that started with chaos and ended with a smile. And about small decisions that change more than it seems.