Making the first step!

Sometimes it seems that we talk too much. But you just need to listen to yourself, or notice how a person places a foot, moves a hand, bites a lip. In this post, I decided to stop for a bit and observe - myself, passers-by, how we all talk without words.

A small fear can go unnoticed for decades. Until you decide it's time. I didn't jump with a parachute. I didn't walk on glass. I just went down to the basement. By myself. And it changed something inside.

Sometimes you buy groceries according to the list, cut everything beautifully, confident in yourself... And then the stove goes pshhh, the oil sizzles, and the kitchen turns into a culinary experiment zone. The result? Laughter, a mess, and an absolutely strange, but soulful dish.

No, I'm not one of those who talk to animals like they're people. Although sometimes... well, you get the idea. This text was born in a very simple moment: I was sitting on the floor, wiping my hands from food and wondering why I felt calm. The answer was on my palm. Or more precisely, on my paws.

I'm tired of superficial conversations. Of these "what do you do?" - "what do you like?" - "where have you been?"

I believe that true attraction begins not with the body, but with the look. When you just sit opposite, and suddenly there is silence between you, in which everything is clear.

We want to seem strong, light, cheerful, so “unapproachable”, but inside there is another me. The one who just wants to sit next to someone and be silent, knowing that she will not be deceived or betrayed 🕊

It's not that I specifically chose loneliness, it's just that when there are no extra people around, you can hear... yourself.

Warm, cozy, but with a slight bitterness. I wake up in a new country, in a new apartment, where my steps echo off the empty walls, and I feel like the whole world is nearby, but at the same time somewhere far away.

I laugh at some little thing, then suddenly I want to drop everything and hide under the blanket. And the funniest thing is that only I see this show. Everyone else just sees a girl with a smile, with headphones and a bottle of water after a workout.

But for me, everything is different. I live, breathe, smile, I can spontaneously go for a walk around the city at night 🌙 or buy myself some flowers just like that 🌸.

I often think about how men look at women like me. The kind who are young, smile, know their worth, but still believe in magic.

When I moved to Krakow, I was simultaneously scared and... strangely calm. I didn't know anyone. I didn't understand where to buy good products. I didn't understand how transport works. I dreamed of getting a dog but I was afraid that I couldn’t even cope with myself.

Maybe I'm just a little bit of a flower girl 🌺

You know, I can be independent.

I don't suffer without a relationship. But sometimes, when I come home late from work, the same picture appears in my head: I take off my coat, my hair smells of shampoo, the kitchen is quiet... and I want so much for someone to just be. Without words. Without questions. Just be there.

We are often taught that tenderness is about weakness. About softness, compliance, emotions. But I notice more and more often: to be tender means to be brave. It is not the opposite of strength. It is its form.

Sometimes the day seems to deliberately collect everything possible — delays, lists, calls, traffic jams, worries. This text is not about productivity or time management. It’s about how I return to myself when the day is too loud.

There are books that you open for fun, and when you close them, you are already a slightly different person. That happened to me. More than once, and more than once. But I know for sure: romance in books does not always prepare you for real life.