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! 🚜

In this blog, I share how the darkest periods of my life became a school of inner strength. It's not about heroism, it's about survival. It's about how we women learn to be invincible when we can no longer be weak.

Today I had an absolutely amazing story that I just can't help but share - maybe it will become that "icebreaker" that will melt our first silence 😊

In this blog, I share my personal story of inner transformation: how I stopped being ashamed of my feelings and began to accept them as part of my strength. It is a heartfelt story about the freedom to be yourself — without fear, without apology.

You know, adulthood isn’t about control — it’s about kindness to yourself. You don’t have to take the trash out first thing in the morning — the world won’t collapse. You can walk by the sea with no makeup — and still feel completely fine. You can drink coffee not to “wake up and be productive,” but simply because the taste makes you happy.

Hi, my sunny ones! 👋👋👋👋 I want to finally share with you a piece of last summer - my warm, heartwarming and a little bit fabulous trip to Sicily! ☀️ I can still feel the taste of the salty sea on my lips, the aroma of lemon trees in the air and the light breeze ruffling my hair... Ah, Sicily, you stole my heart!

Life, as we all know, gets gloriously chaotic. Between work, family, friends, and the endless to-do lists, sometimes it feels like we're just spinning plates. And while all that connection is wonderful, there's a quiet power in solitude – if you know how to wield it. So, let's talk about making that alone time useful, shall we? Not in a "hustle culture" kind of way, but in a way that truly nourishes your soul.

Have you ever wondered how to make your birthday special? I will reveal my personal recipe for a happy day

But to be honest, true love, truly sincere, has nothing to do with this. It is not something that can be bought or created with the help of fitness or finances.

Remember one simple thing, and preferably forever: You are not a backup option. Not a pause. Not "for now it's convenient."

We often hold on to “good things”.

We were once taught that beauty is parameters. Numbers. Tables. Gloss. 90-60-90, straight arrows, hair - like a shampoo ad, skin - as if you have never been bothered by stress, lack of sleep and a cat that knocked over a vase at 3 am.