I opened my eyes, and the world was… quiet. No calls, no voices, no obligations. Just the morning light pouring through the curtains, and the smell of coffee that I hadn’t even brewed yet.

One list for myself - so as not to turn into furniture in front of the screen. Tested on laziness and rainy Saturdays.

My little discovery: you don’t need to be a yogi or a guru to live more mindfully. Sometimes, tea and a switched-off phone are enough.

About my wish list, plans that burned out, and what I finally learned — not to burn out on the way to my dreams.

Sometimes all you need is to allow yourself to be yourself. This text is about my experience of building an internal foundation.

About how a woman feels her worth not through the mirror, but through the way she thinks, feels, looks at the world. A quietly strong and very deep post that will be remembered.

And I don’t like it when people think that faith is only about church and rules. For me, faith is something very personal, almost intimate. It is that corner inside me that I cherish as the most precious thing, although no one sees it.

As if it is something built into us, unnoticeable, but always there. No matter how many people are around, a void suddenly appears in the soul, and it seems so huge that no conversations or meetings can fill it.

As if there is some kind of list that you have to go through to earn the right to be loved.

Listen, sometimes it happens — I catch myself trying to control everything and everyone.

No one calls, waits, demands to be a "comfortable version of yourself." It would seem - here it is, freedom. Do what you want. Sleep across the bed, eat chips in the bathroom, watch stupid TV series until the morning. And yes, you can. But for some reason you don't.

Did you think that creativity requires a large workshop? It turns out that all you need is one chair, a table, and a little cunning.

For years, I dreamed of seeing all the countries in the world. But one day I realized that you can travel without leaving home — you just need to turn on the aromas.

I always collected scraps — tickets, photos, notes. But one day I decided to turn it all into a real story. That's how my first scrap book was born.

No, this is not a drama or a list of exes, but a real women's manifesto about the fact that sometimes the most interesting lessons we learn are not from books, but from dates. Fun, honest, with a twist - exactly what will touch both men and the jury!

A candid and sensual post about women's fatigue from struggle, the need for true warmth, silence and acceptance. For men who feel deeper 💫🕊

My grandma always said: "Not all frogs turn into princes, but a real man is always revealed in the little things." Here is my funny (and somewhat true) post about how I use my grandma's advice to not waste time on those who do not deserve to be in my fairy tale.

I'm sitting here thinking about this because I constantly catch myself pretending to not care who texts first. Like, I'm so independent, my own boss, I don't care who texts first. But inside, to be honest, it's not like that at all.

I'm tired of performances. Of these bright flashes, after which nothing remains. Only smoke and a little emptiness.

And I just want one thing - to have a person nearby for whom I would want to turn off the Internet 📴.