🤗🤗 I'm just over thirty, and I still don't know how to drive a car. At all. Even shifting into reverse in an automatic transmission feels like breaking into a bank vault to me ;)

But what's even funnier is that I have no idea how to love properly. Or at least... consistently. Does anyone even know? Or are we all just pretending to know, switching between “be yourself” and “don't be too much yourself”?

🫣🫣 To be honest, it doesn't scare me. On the contrary, I feel a kind of freedom in it. It's as if I have an open license to try, make mistakes, laugh at myself, and try again :)

But tell me — why are women always expected to be “understanding,” “emotional,” “caring,” and everything else that comes with the set of expectations? And if my hands grow from the wrong place and I don't treat feelings as carefully as porcelain, but spill them like water from a bucket on a turn, do I immediately become dangerous? ;)

Sometimes I think that driving a car and love are almost the same thing. You have to hold the steering wheel, but not so tightly that your fingers go numb. You have to know when to brake and when to press the gas pedal all the way down. And yes, sometimes you crash into a ditch. It's not a tragedy. It's an adventure :)

(By the way, as a child, I fell off my bike with such enthusiasm, as if it were the secret to growing up. Maybe I'm just practicing longer than others?)

Another interesting thing: I don't believe that love is meant to “complete” someone. I don't need to be half. I am already WHOLE. Sometimes I just want someone to sit next to me, and we sit together in silence — and let that silence be louder than any conversation.

And you — is there something you haven't “learned” yet, even though you probably should have a long time ago? It doesn't have to be something important. Maybe you don't know how to iron shirts or eat yogurt without spilling it on your nose? ;)

😘 Katya ^_^😘
Yours😘😘😘