Morning 🩶

She loved KitKat.

Saturday Morning ☀️

Sheltered from the weather at home, from the strong wind that brought wet snow to our city, I decided to make myself a coffee and continue sharing my thoughts...

I know how to be a friend.

I grew up surrounded by grandmothers who said, "You can't trust anyone." "Friends aren't real." "Everyone betrays except the family." But family was not easy, I grew up early and friends turned out to be the people I could rely on in any situation in life. It wasn't always perfect, but people have good hearts and can forgive.

I never had male friends. I mean, there were girlfriends' boyfriends, girlfriends' husbands, my brother and my uncle, with whom I am only 7 years apart. There were colleagues. There was a friend of my husband's who at some point in our life became more of a friend of mine. He used to call me, he used to come over when I was alone at home with my son, I even used to joke with him and say, "Well, call him (husband) and arrange your time, we'll sit all together." But he got married and communication became minimal.

Men have always been interesting to me as individuals, I did not like all those female conversations with clichéd phrases that "all men are the same", I was silent and annoyed. This is not the case and all men are so different, so interesting! There is a whole world behind each one of them.

And it is such happiness or luck or magic to find a very similar person in this huge world. Honestly, it's like a gift from heaven, unexpected, inspiring. When you feel free to talk about your favourite movies, books, discuss art, talk about writing fanfics and not feel ridiculous! Not to make excuses for your taste... And also lifting the veil of secrecy and sharing your playlist (which you call "silent shame" because of your weird taste in music) *smiling* is, I think, the ultimate in trust.

Yes, I definitely know how to be a friend.

I wish I could be as funny as this Mr Gingerbread, but I overslept and lost my glove this morning... What's next?😑

So beautiful ☀️

The end of the season, the rink is empty...

After a break of almost a month, I went out on the ice without my own skates and my first thought was, "Well, why? I could have had a coffee in peace..." 😅

But I'm stubborn, and after a few minutes my legs got used to it, my body remembered everything.

Well, it's a kind of meditation...❄️

🔸Some random breakfasts over the past couple of weeks🔸

Morning 🧡☀️

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Almost at the snap of my fingers (no 😅) or a bit about my productivity 🥲

The pumpkin has been waiting for me for almost a month, the onion for a few weeks and the vanilla... okay, it was quick 😅

Well, my vanilla pastries will be delicious by mid-spring, the onion - by tomorrow morning, and the soup is now 👌

Today I would like to leave some notes here as a writer (sounds pathetic, but still) for myself and for those who will read:)

From the very beginning, from my very first chapter, my writing is about giving pieces of yourself, your emotions, your feelings. I think it's the same for every writer.

But next to me there is always a great fear that I want to be friends with. The fear that I won't be able to convey my thoughts well enough (hello, language barrier), the fear that no one will be interested (but I am interested and I write anyway!).

"Fear is no reason not to do it." I love this phrase and keep on writing. Chapter after chapter. And sometimes, there are chapters like gems! And readers write "oh, I know this feeling", "oh, I read with tears in my eyes", "oh, you touched my soul", readers write me messages sharing their stories and... At that moment I get goose bumps, it's such a pure rush and it's all worth it when you realize "Yes, I wrote it right!"