Sometimes I look at my passport and think, “Well, yes, 51 years old... sounds serious 😅.” But inside, I'm still the same curious girl who laughs at silly jokes, tries new recipes, and dreams of little adventures.

Age isn't about numbers, it's about how alive you feel inside. Sometimes I want to hang a sign around my neck that says: “Soul age 25, body age 51, mood a million” 😂

Do you feel the same way? Or do your passport and your soul follow the same path?

With age comes freedom... the freedom to laugh, to choose people, moments, and even your little quirks 🌸. And honestly, it's one of the best feelings.

How do you feel about your age? Like a number in your passport or a state of mind? Share, I'm curious!

With a smile,
Svetlana ✨