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.

A dream is not just a beautiful fantasy for the evening. It is the voice of your soul. It is you - without fear, without conventions, without compromises.

We often say: "He's crazy", "This is complete madness" - when we encounter actions that do not fit into the framework of our usual understanding. But what if in fact it is not the absence of logic, but simply a different logic?

In this huge world, the disappearance of one person, it would seem, cannot change anything. The planets continue to rotate, the news runs in the feeds, buses arrive and leave, cafes make coffee, and people laugh, fall in love and quarrel, as if nothing happened.

How many times have you heard (or said it yourself): "He's so good, but... I can't love him."

How many times have you caught yourself thinking that someone truly beautiful makes your heart beat faster?

I don't need crowded fun to feel alive. Sometimes a cup of tea and the warmth of my corner are enough to remind myself how real I am.

Sometimes I catch myself being different in one day - and that's my essence. I'm not bored with myself, and I'm not afraid to change.

These are candid reflections on growing up, accepting yourself, and how the feeling of love, intimacy, and femininity changes over the years.

For me, real feelings aren't about loud declarations or dramatic scenes. They live in the quiet moments - when someone remembers how you like your coffee, or when you feel safe enough to be completely yourself without pretending.

At 39, you're not looking for a fairy tale - you're looking for truth. You don’t play guessing games anymore. You know what love feels like, and you know what fake feels like too.

While some dream of convertibles and fitness in the gym, I choose the smell of hay, the stable and the dawn in the saddle. 🐎

Love is a serious matter. But if all the time to be too serious, she begins to get tired. Passion, trust, tenderness - all this is important. But often it is the humor that becomes that saving thread that keeps the couple afloat in a variety of situations: from awkward misunderstandings to frank crises.

They talk a lot about love. About passion - even more. But about tenderness - as if embarrassed. This word sounds too soft, almost in a businesslike way. In a world where efficiency, determination, brightness, tenderness is appreciated by something secondary. Meanwhile, it is she who often determines how alive, warm and truly close relationships.

Yes, I'll say it right away. Because I know what it's like when people see your body but don't hear your mind. And I also know what it's like when they want your shapes but are afraid of your strength.