Hello, strong and caring! 😎I am a woman who watches you with admiration and interest. Not from the position of a critic, but from the position of someone who sincerely wants to understand what kind of fuel is in your engines. ⛽

Hello, men 😎 Yes, yes, I am addressing you specifically. I want to ask you one question that makes many of your brothers' eyes sparkle like boys before a race: why do you love challenges so much? 💭

Not loud. Not displayed. Not perfect. A happy life is when in the morning nearby, someone's "good morning", said with heat. When the little handle of your daughter touches your palm - and that touch the whole meaning of the world. Or even my son, I do not know when it happens. But I'm definitely ready for such a step ... Because it is the children who make the world differently .. This is when the house smells of baking when laughter is in the kitchen and the eyes glow for no reason. This is when you are not afraid to remain silent together, and even when there is a closeness in silence.

Quiet comfort, family memories with unexpected values ​​of simple moments.

A moment of inner silence, about trusting yourself and the desire not to play the “right” game.

Internal rhythm and the search for harmony between movement and rest.

Every woman has a dress that seems to be not just clothes, but a state of mind. It is a reflection of the inner "I" on this particular day. Sometimes you want lightness - then you reach for airy fabric, floral prints and soft colors. And sometimes - strength and confidence, and then the dress is strict, concise, clear. 💃

There are moments when the universe stops. When you just look at a person and you understand: something happened. It's not necessarily love at first sight. It's something deeper, strange, almost physical - chemistry. ✨

People think that if you talk about God, go to church and wear a cross, then you're immediately a nun, have renounced all the pleasures of life, look sternly and are stingy with feelings. But I can't do that. And I don't want to, to be honest.

Magic women reach only smart men. Not those who are swaying, not those who are measured by wallets or cars. And to those who can see deeper.

I go to church every Sunday. I become silence in front of God and ask not just a man ... I ask for love. Real. Deep. Pure. One that sees the soul, And not just the appearance. I know that I have a beautiful body, a beautiful face. I see it - and others see it. But I also know well: it can attract a desire, but not always - sincerity. So I learned to be careful. To words. To intentions. To views.

Every year I understand more and more clearly: for me the most valuable in life is family. Not noisy achievements, not perfect photos, not persecuted for imposing the world. And simple, real things. Warm. House. Love.

I love books that make you think. Philosophical texts are not about complex words, it's about depth. The fact that it opens not from the first page, but somewhere in the middle, when suddenly becomes quiet inside you-and you begin to see the world differently. I read philosophical books because they help to better understand themselves, people, life. They do not give direct answers - and this is what inspires. I often close a book with a question in my heart, and it is the beginning of change.

We all dream of wealth: some dream of a six-figure account, some dream of a villa on the beach, and some just dream of not having a cat bite their finger in the morning.

Time is a real prankster. It seems to exist... but somehow it's always "not now". And then - bam! - the roses have withered, the strawberries are gone, and that pretty girl in the red dress is already waving goodbye to someone. Oops. Too late.

They say that to achieve real success, you need to be smart, goal-oriented and hardworking. Yes, yes. All this is important. But real heroes have always been a little bit... off. 😅 And if you really want to hit the big time, forget about the "comfort zone" and put on a tinfoil hat. Well, at least mentally.

They say men have muscles, cars, and a 17-mm screwdriver. And women have tears. And no, this is not a weakness. This is a strategy of mass charm. Yes, my dears, we cry - beautifully, competently, and... on schedule.

We live in a time of show: everyone demonstrates, shouts, lays out, compares. But true strength is in silence.

It's hard. Especially if your heart still remembers. Especially if there's silence inside, where someone used to say, "Good morning." But knowing how to live without someone who's disappeared isn't about indifference. It's about strength. About self-respect. About choosing to be and not wait.

Sometimes it seems that you stand apart. People are running, bustling about, arranging their lives, making plans - everything according to the rules, according to the schedule, "as it should be". And you? It's like you're between the lines. You live according to your heart, not according to the script.