There is one topic that is underestimated, but which actually saves the psyche - everyday life. Not as a routine, but as a survival system. Especially in winter.

When it is cold, unstable and dark around, the home becomes more than just a space. It either supports or destroys. I began to feel this acutely right now, after the holidays, when the outside heat has become less.

I no longer strive for the ideal. I am not interested in "beautiful". I am interested in "calm".

The light is not bright, but warm.

The food is not complicated, but nutritious.

The clothes are not stylish, but the ones in which the body relaxes.

Modern women very often live in survival mode, but disguise it as an "active life". In reality, we hold on to the little things: a cup of tea, a favorite blanket, the silence in the morning, the familiar smell of home.

I realized that caring is not about global solutions. It is about repeated small actions. Every day. Without pathos. Without photos. Just so as not to break.

And there is a power in this that is rarely talked about.