When no one’s waiting, there’s room to notice what’s truly wanted. Not for someone else. Not to impress or fit in. But just because something deep inside starts itching — something long forgotten but still alive.

Not just in the 21st, but in a completely different time, where even the weather has become unpredictable, like a woman in a bad mood 😊

May 1 and 9 are no longer celebrated in Ukraine — these dates have been officially cancelled as public holidays. I have known about this for a long time, but every May it still brings me back to my memories and thoughts.

My ideal first date is when you don't want the evening to end. When you go home with a smile and a light heart. And when the thought appears inside: "I want more..."

Age is not a sentence, but a privilege. Being a woman at 57 means having experience, depth, your own style and inner strength. Natural beauty does not disappear with age - it transforms. And our task is not to “look younger”, but to look and feel good in our bodies right now.

Travel is my weakness...

This blog is about that magical peace among the trees, where you don’t need to say anything to feel everything.

The city is noise, movement, schedules. But sometimes I just need to escape.

An interesting beginning is to start something. That's why I'm starting!!!

Does this somehow affect my life, my work, my “morning-coffee-bus-calls-chats”?

Sometimes I look at my life and think - I am strong. I was able to. Move to another city, adapt, work, control myself when I just want to fall and cry silently… I grew up on my own.

Every woman knows: you need to love yourself. But I didn't understand this for a long time. That is, I knew, but didn't feel it. Now I have learned to see luxury in what was previously perceived as routine.

Wipe away tears, get in the bath and say: “Heart, hold on.” Now this is my morning ritual.

It always seemed to me that being strong means holding on. Not whining, not complaining, not giving in to weakness. Gritting your teeth, doing it, coping. And that's how I lived. For a long time.

Sometimes I catch myself standing in front of one painting for a long time. Not because there is something “special” about it, but because it suddenly speaks to me quietly. Somewhere deep down, at the level of feelings, memories, childhood smells or pain that I have long been silent about.

When I was twenty, I thought I would love my body when it was “just right.” When the extra pounds disappeared, when my skin became smooth, when my legs were longer and my belly was smaller. I looked in the mirror and looked for flaws. And I always found them.

Morning used to be synonymous with rush for me: coffee in a hurry, a glance in the mirror on the run, thoughts already ahead, on the to-do list. I woke up not in my life, but in tasks. But at some point I realized: how I start the day is how I live it. And I changed my morning.

Being a Support for Each Other: About Loyalty, Trust, and Real Relationships

I don't know when you read this letter - in the morning with a cup of coffee or in the evening, curled up in a blanket... But I really want you to feel my mood. I want to share with you a piece of my soul - tender, bright, real 💌

Sometimes I think that the whole world can fit in a cup of coffee. It contains morning, hope, warmth, habit, a little loneliness and, if you're lucky, someone's care.🤗😘