Once upon a time, as a kid, I dreamed of a bicycle. All children in the yard were red, blue, green. They rode, laughed, competed, fell, got up - and I just stood away and looked. And I was sad. My parents couldn't buy me a bike. Not because of indifference - it was not possible then. And I remember getting home, lowering my head, and there was a heart inside: "Why don't I have what I dream of so?"

My happiness is very simple. It is not hidden in loud achievements or brilliant things. It is in touch, in sincere eyes, in the warm palm that holds mine. Happiness is when my baby laughs and knows that mom is nearby. When the morning begins not with a alarm clock, but with a kiss. When silence in the house is not emptiness, but peace.

There are things that are not just delicious. They are emotion. I don't just love pasta in tomato sauce. I adore the process myself. When the garlic is fried in olive oil and gives the first aroma. When the tomatoes begin to bubbling gently, losing their prickness and becoming sweet.

I recently came across an article, and it really got me. It turns out that touches, especially gentle and close ones, really remain in the body.🤗🤗

Not in the sense of being naive or totaly out of real life

This scent is like a well-rehearsed “I am here, I am not like everyone else, but still the way I should be.”

A calm and warm text about the everyday life of a smart and busy woman who knows how to find meaning in small things - in coffee, words and silence after bright days

The modern world dictates its own standards: a successful woman is one who builds a career, conquers business heights and manages teams. But what if a young beautiful brunette does not strive for office battles, but chooses the comfort of home, family hearth and caring for loved ones?

Every year on May 31st, a holiday is celebrated that makes the world smile — Blonde Day! This is not just a reason to congratulate all the fair-haired beauties, but an opportunity to remind yourself and others: blonde is not just a hair color, it is a mood, style and special charm.

Ok is only the beginning. Being a volunteer is the choice to live not only for yourself.

🌾:This post is about the strength, pain and silent courage of Ukrainian women who live, wait, fight and do not give up during the war.

Every time spring comes to an end, there remains a slight taste of nostalgia and anticipation of something new. It seems like only yesterday everything around was waking up - the first drops of rain were pounding the roofs, green shoots were breaking through, and the air smelled fresh. And today we are already saying goodbye to May, collecting memories of this time of year in our hearts.

Feminism is not just a buzzword or a topic for debate, but a movement for equal rights and opportunities for everyone, regardless of gender. Feminism Day is a day when we remember that the path to equality is still ongoing. And despite the fact that the world has become more open and tolerant, many stereotypes and restrictions still affect our lives.

Maybe I'll find what I want to feel.

Each of us has our own tune. Sometimes it sounds loud as a symphony of victory, sometimes - quietly like a night serenade of loneliness. But always - something sounds. Every day is a new note, a new rhythm, a new chord.

Alone on a journey: fear, freedom and true discoveries

Financial independence for women: freedom or additional burden?

Why are we afraid to change careers, even when everything inside screams "enough"?

I was recently reading a book and came across an amazing fact. It turns out that there is such a syndrome - "broken heart syndrome". Did you know about it??

Sometimes it all starts with one simple "hello". And it seems - what's the big deal? Letters on the screen, ordinary words. But between the lines, a spark can slip. Light. Almost elusive.