Hello, dear reader. Today I want to talk to you about the power that lives in each of us. About those who came before us - women who were not afraid of the world, which often tried to break them, humiliate them, and silence them. They chose to act, to live, to create, to fight. And thanks to them, today we have a voice, a choice, and freedom.

I love to watch series ... especially those created in real events. They are not easy, true, sometimes painful. Often, when life seems to pull you underwater, these stories give hope, show that you are not alone, that every storm has an end. These series are not just for entertainment. They are about our stories with you. They teach ... how to act when it hurts. How not to remain silent when difficult. How to believe when it is dark.

We often strive to look attractive from the outside - we look after the skin, hair, body. But sometimes we forget about the most important thing - our inner beauty. This post is a reminder to every woman about her true value, which is not visible in the mirror, but which is felt by her heart.

📝 We always postpone. "I'll start on Monday", "I'll go on a journey next summer", "I will say that I love - when there will be a moment", "I will be happy - a little later". But then "is such a cunning thing. She does not always come. Life does not guarantee repetitions, spare days or a second chance. Sometimes "now" is the only thing we really have. It is better to eat that piece of cake today, hug a loved one today, to wear your favorite dress, even without a reason, To go out for dawn, because you want, not because you must. Forgive while there is someone. Kiss while nearby. To say that you love - while they listen. So much happiness we postpone for later, As if we live in the draft, and the real one will be. But real - it is already. Just breathe, touch, laugh, cry, live. Now. Because "then" - may not come. And "now" is yours.

I am NOT ASHAMED of being inexperiensed.

But simply - if values ​​became visible again. If spirituality didn't hide behind a shy "I'm not particularly religious" but became an honest part of who we are. A strong, kind and open part.

I learned not to break down, even when everything is falling apart. Not for the sake of pathos. But because there was no choice.

Personal experience, how I fell in love with self-care and turned it into a special part of my life. Without advertising and slogans. Just about love for the mirror — and myself in it.

How did I learn to maintain inner harmony between work, relationships, hobbies and... myself? Without the right words and glossy advice. Only what I really lived through.

Once upon a time, as a kid, I dreamed of a bicycle. All children in the yard were red, blue, green. They rode, laughed, competed, fell, got up - and I just stood away and looked. And I was sad. My parents couldn't buy me a bike. Not because of indifference - it was not possible then. And I remember getting home, lowering my head, and there was a heart inside: "Why don't I have what I dream of so?"

My happiness is very simple. It is not hidden in loud achievements or brilliant things. It is in touch, in sincere eyes, in the warm palm that holds mine. Happiness is when my baby laughs and knows that mom is nearby. When the morning begins not with a alarm clock, but with a kiss. When silence in the house is not emptiness, but peace.

There are things that are not just delicious. They are emotion. I don't just love pasta in tomato sauce. I adore the process myself. When the garlic is fried in olive oil and gives the first aroma. When the tomatoes begin to bubbling gently, losing their prickness and becoming sweet.

I recently came across an article, and it really got me. It turns out that touches, especially gentle and close ones, really remain in the body.🤗🤗

Not in the sense of being naive or totaly out of real life

This scent is like a well-rehearsed “I am here, I am not like everyone else, but still the way I should be.”

A calm and warm text about the everyday life of a smart and busy woman who knows how to find meaning in small things - in coffee, words and silence after bright days

The modern world dictates its own standards: a successful woman is one who builds a career, conquers business heights and manages teams. But what if a young beautiful brunette does not strive for office battles, but chooses the comfort of home, family hearth and caring for loved ones?

Every year on May 31st, a holiday is celebrated that makes the world smile — Blonde Day! This is not just a reason to congratulate all the fair-haired beauties, but an opportunity to remind yourself and others: blonde is not just a hair color, it is a mood, style and special charm.

Ok is only the beginning. Being a volunteer is the choice to live not only for yourself.

🌾:This post is about the strength, pain and silent courage of Ukrainian women who live, wait, fight and do not give up during the war.