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 😅
Again... just for three reasons: as a gift, for decoration and for inspiration 🩷✨
My inspiration for Christmas chapter for my story "Trying to remember..." 🩷❄️
October morning 🎃☺️🍁
Typical me in the morning to a friend: "Everything is bad. I don't want anything. The weather's shit." 😤
Also me, a cup of coffee and a couple of hours later: "Let's go to the exhibition, free entry!" 🥲
It's so funny, yes😅, but I love all the holidays, yes ❄️✨😅
Prima ballerina assoluta🧡
Happy heavenly birthday, Maya Mikhailovna Plisetskaya🩷
Just me... Coffee girl🖤 Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writer☺️
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