Too good, maybe. That's the thing nobody warns you about — that somewhere in your 40s, if you've been alone long enough, you stop noticing the absence the way you used to. You build a life that fits one. Your rhythms, your routines, your space arranged exactly as you like it. And it's genuinely fine. More than fine, often.

Guess what color clothes I'm wearing now?) Red? Black? Or maybe something unexpected?

✨🌺I'm fifty-seven. And I don't count the years anymore - I count the springs. Each one arrives like a letter without a return address, but with an unmistakably familiar handwriting: "You're still alive. You're still capable of love."✨🌺

Every year at the beginning of March, men in the post-Soviet space storm flower shops en masse, instant messaging apps are filled with postcards featuring mimosas, and the word "femininity" is heard more often than in glossy magazines. But if the creators of International Women's Day had seen what all this has become, they would have been very surprised

About office “adventures” and surviving with humor.

About camping, adventures, and wet shoes.

A story about patience, music, and unexpected alliances.

Family dinners, questions, and inner strength!

A story of romantic failure and smeared mascara

Chronicle of a single woman at war with appliances

About how loneliness, hunger, and hot pizza can create the illusion of fate.

How plants help me be happy alone

About how a single woman learns to create an atmosphere — for herself, and for future love.

How to be single and still open to love — without panic or pressure.

Sometimes life pauses and in that silence, you suddenly begin to hear yourself better. I'm here at precisely that moment. Not because I'm "missing attention" or because I'm lonely. But because I crave real connection. A conversation where you don't have to pretend. A meeting that leaves you feeling warm, not empty.

You know, sometimes the most I can do in a day is just wake up and remember to brush my teeth. And that's okay! 😅

Yesterday, I spent half an hour choosing soy sauce at the store, and then I almost cried because I bought the wrong one. And it wasn't about the sauce. It's just that sometimes it feels like the world demands too much of us. Be a great friend, a perfect daughter, a valuable employee, all while remembering to drink two liters of water a day and having skin that "glows from within."

Sometimes I wake up with a strange feeling, and what exactly has to happen for everything to change?

Have you ever noticed how one minute can change everything? Exactly a minute.

I think that by looking at the description of my profile you can understand that I have my own beauty salon 😻