Olga, 40 — loving mother, devoted to a healthy lifestyle, living in Poltava and dreaming of a home by the sea. Divorced, kind-hearted, sincere, and open to finding real love.

Anna, 39 — born in Ukraine, living her dream life under the Spanish sun. A woman with a warm heart, an adventurous spirit, and a dream of learning to play the piano. Looking to meet someone genuine who values kindness, growth, and meaningful conversation.

I've been protecting myself by keeping things abstract. 📖

Work and prayer are beautiful, yes. But work without joy is just labor.

and it's scary to admit this out loud, but I think I need to stop apologizing for not knowing things yet. 😊

💖In a world where everything is measured in numbers, salary, status, brands, square meters, it's easy to forget about what actually makes a person happy.

All this time I've treated emotions like enemies to be conquered.

And while I respect and love these voices, I'm realizing that what's best for me is learning to hear my own voice underneath all of them. 🎙️

I'I have to build it. And that means getting my hands dirty. It means failing, making mistakes, trying again.

What's best for me is understanding that their path, as beautiful as it is, might not be exactly my path.

And I've realized something—silence makes it worse. All this time I thought if I didn't talk about my fears, they'd stay invisible. But invisible fears grow teeth. They grow into monsters that haunt me in the dark. 😰

Let's be real. Being single during the holidays can kind of be a torture. But did you know it's not just a feeling? Science actually backs this up!💥

It seems like spicy food is more than just a taste these days, it's a whole culture. Sauces, challenges, pepper tastings, social media trends—try to pass it all by without being tempted. But there are people for whom spicy food isn't a pleasure, but a real problem. I'm one of them.

I've been living more according to my own principles, more aligned with what I actually believe instead of performing for others' approval. And I've discovered something that seems contradictory at first: the more I stop needing others' validation, the more genuinely caring I become. 💙

I've been thinking about this idea of obedience and wisdom, and I'm realizing that true obedience requires something I didn't expect: real vulnerability. Not weakness disguised as humility, but actual vulnerability—admitting you don't have all the answers, being willing to be guided, allowing yourself to be seen as you truly are. 🤍

I grew up around honest work, and I learned something that the world doesn't seem to understand anymore: character isn't about performance. It's about consistency when there's no reward for it, no recognition, no audience.

I've been thinking about this idea that there's supposed to be a "finished" version of yourself that you're working toward. Like at some point, you'll arrive at who you're supposed to be and then you can just... be that person. But I'm starting to think that's not how it works, especially when you're young and still figuring things out.

There is a special kind of magic in the air when autumn begins to fade. The last golden leaves cling to the branches as if they, too, are not ready to let go. The wind becomes a little sharper, the mornings a little quieter, and the world seems to pause between breaths. It’s the moment when one season slowly steps aside, and another gently enters.

Sometimes I feel like there aren't enough fairy tales in the world—real, living ones, the kind you want to read with a smile and a little heartache. What if I wrote my own fairy tale? After all, it could be about anything: the magic hidden in the mundane, heroes searching for love and courage, or adventures that begin with a simple "what if..."

To be free isn't just a state of being; it's a choice we make every day.