Many of us are familiar with the concept of the "straight-A student syndrome" — the desire to be the best in everything: in school, at work, in relationships, in the family. At first glance, this seems like a positive quality: discipline, responsibility, high motivation. But it's worth thinking about, is it really always good?

There are rituals that make life especially cozy and meaningful. For me, one of these rituals was a tea ceremony. Not just tea drinking, but a small ritual that creates an atmosphere of warmth, calm and comfort.

We often dream of great victories: career success, sports achievements, recognition of friends and family. But in reality, the most difficult battle is within ourselves. Conquer laziness, fear, doubt — and external victories will come almost automatically.

Many people think that a strong woman does not need anyone. She knows how to earn money, make decisions, and be independent. But the reality is deeper: even the strongest woman is looking for a man who is stronger than her.

We often judge people by what others say: friends say, colleagues advise, relatives tell stories. But the truth is that the best way to get to know a person is to listen to how they talk about others.

We all joke about this phrase, but think about it: in a moment of real danger, people begin to believe in everything - in God, in a miracle, in a lucky ticket in the clouds.

We often confuse sympathy, infatuation and love, although there is a huge difference between them.

They say that we love only once in our lives. The first real experience of love leaves a mark on the soul that cannot be erased. This feeling is unique, like the first sunrise or the first rain after a long drought.

We often think that we should only ask for forgiveness when we are guilty. But life shows that it is not always the one who is guilty who says “sorry” first. Sometimes it is the person who values ​​the relationship who does so.

Books that engage the imagination and make you feel that the world can be seen in a completely different way.

A warm, almost diary-like text about how to catch the mood at the border of seasons and turn sadness into coziness.

A light and informative blog where familiar dishes suddenly reveal themselves from an unexpected side.

My gustatory adventures, where food becomes the main impression, not museums or excursions.

Waiting is always much deeper: we wait for messages, meetings, decisions, love, understanding... and often we don't even understand that we're actually waiting.

I can brew the most expensive blend at home, add milk, sugar, whip up the foam... and still, when I drink it in the kitchen, it's not the same.

Every time I open my closet, it seems like my clothes are whispering, "If you choose me, will you be wrong?" 😅

People often joke: “You must have a bunch of tabs open there, like in a computer program.” 😅

I stand on the side of the road, watching them rush down the road, with the wind in my hair, and I think: isn't this freedom? Why should I feel weird just because I choose the roar of an engine instead of a quiet cafe on Saturdays?

It's quiet, stylish, fast, like you're riding on electric lightning. 🌩 You sit down, and it seems like the whole world obeys you, and the future is already here.

Their look, their movements, their unpredictability… it’s all fascinating. But there’s one huge “but”: I don’t like them living in my house. 😅