Again... Just For Three Reasons: As A Gift, For Decoration And For Inspiration 🩷✨

Sooo good 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.

Morning ☕☀️

I love these relaxed days after...✨

A quiet morning, taking my time to sort through the messages, getting in the mood for today's writing... As cozy and soft a shirt as possible...😻

Perfect...☀️

Love it ☺️ One artist on Instagram is practicing and writing names, in stories ☺️ I asked to write mine 😇

Haha 🤣🤣🤣 So true... 🥲

Just a snapshot, but I have so many questions...

... Who's driving this car... Is it a man or a woman?

... Whether he/she is on the way home or to work in the evening shift...

... Or maybe he/she is in a hurry to hug someone...

... Or maybe just driving around town listening to music...

... Maybe holding back laughter or swallowing tears...

Sometimes I just want to write a story and know it will have a happy ending 💛

The day I wasn't late for the cinema...

The day I realized something very important that made me feel... Well, it doesn't matter how it feels now, what matters is how it felt before.

I remember my grandmother's words, "Polina, never say the phrase "I'll never..." You are challenging, Dear. To yourself, to the Universe, to God, to providence, to destiny... Whoever..."

Of course I didn't listen and my next "never..." became "one day..." again.

Morning 🧡💚 sometimes I choose cappuccino ☺️

My boys💙💙