Hello, my dear friends!
I sat down to thank you for your support and got stuck. All the words seem so banal and unrial, although I feel great respect and gratitude for your support. However, every sweet word I write seems immature, untrue. Maybe it's a step in my changes, or maybe it's a injury of war. Gradually, I deal with it and put myself together. And you help me with that. You are part of my new reality that is growing every day as a new life. So I thank you so much for your support! Just without extra words - thank you! 💕
At the moment I am physically fine, although there are no safe cities in my country right now, the missile can strike anytime anywhere. There is nothing good about it at all, however, understanding that life can end at any moment frees me from many unimportant experiences and gives me the opportunity to look at things as they are, at people, at what I do and whether it is worth my time.
I do not recommend or want to experience the same to anyone, but I hope that my satisfaction with what I create is passed on to you. I really do what I like. And the way I like it. Now I'm a little broken and need time to heal my mental wounds. But still, if I do not create something now, then it may not be. You are on this path near with me and I am very happy about it. Thank you and hugs!