Finally 😅

Spring is in the city ☀️💛

Everyone in my town is like cats in the sun today 😺 squinting, basking, stretching...☀️💛

Evening ☀️💛

So beautiful ☀️

The shifts at work "Mother" are endless, sometimes easier, sometimes harder. Always with surprises... The constant feeling of responsibility.

Okay, so these aren't the thoughts you should be having with a glass of wine... Anyway, it gets a bit easier around midnight 🩷

Coffee+Books=Perfect 🩷

Wednesday morning 🩵☀️

All day today I've been trying to finish writing a chapter (and I will finish it, I know!) and I've also been lost in thoughts about the connection between reality and a virtual reality. At what point does the line between the two become blurred and is it possible to limit it, especially for creative people?

"Your stories soothe and comfort me every time I read them. They heal my wounded heart. The realisation that I’m gonna open the app and continue reading one of your stories at the end of the day makes me feel excited and inspired."

When I received a message with these words, my heart melted and I almost cried, because I realized how my little virtual creativity influences a person's real life and makes it сosier.

What can I say, I myself used to run to the park once a week, buy an Americano and impatiently open a new chapter from the author of the story that had captured my heart. And it's also a mixture of reality and creativity. Needless to say, I was really sad when the author deleted his story and decided not to finish it. In real life, I stared at the screen and thought, why? But it served as the inspiration for the very story whose chapter I am trying to finish today.

Reality and the virtual world... They have long been intertwined, and only man can keep them in balance. We work online, we make friends online, we love online.

I met my husband 17 years ago on social media, and we started a family. My best friend, who has known me since I was 7, has lived in another country for a few years now, but almost every morning we start with a video for each other. My brother and his family live in another city, we communicate through these invisible networks that have enveloped our lives, and here I am baking cookies and sending a piece of my reality by post. I met a girl by liking a photo of her interior, we chatted online and one day we met at a community yoga class coincidentally. We chatted for over three hours in real life, then had a picnic in the park together and now my soul mate lives in Spain...

So is there a connection? Could one be without the other? All day long I keep rolling these thoughts around like shiny balls in the palm of my hand... And yes, I'm finishing a chapter 💛

I've lost so many things this winter: two pairs of gloves, my favourite beanie, my bank card and even my eldest son's sports helmet (don't ask me how).

But here's the thing: almost everything was found and returned to me - except one glove. The card was quickly re-issued. Almost always, people carefully put aside a lost thing and it eventually came back to me through friends or relatives.💛

This feeling of loss, when I was constantly scolding myself and my absent-mindedness and asking all my friends, "What's happening to me? I never lose anything and here I am..." 🥲

I think it's a kind of lesson I'm learning every day. Not to get attached to things or people, whatever...

It's a lot of words again, but I'm glad I have them.💛

P.S. A photo of how and where I sometimes work and write my texts. Sometimes sitting on the floor, charging my phone, waiting for the doctor's visit for my son, with a cup of coffee in my hand 😅

One pretty morning in a lovely company 💗🫂