I thought I had it all figured out when in 2015 I had everything I could possibly dream about.

Only peace, even if for a moment.

I realized it had become an addiction.

How many times have I caught myself saying that? And how many times was it just a big lie?

I want to quit my corporate job?

It took me some time to accept the fact that we’re leaving our apartment in Cuiabá (because I really like it) but now that we’re leaving in a few days, I’ve finally come to terms with it.

“I need help”.

I’ve made many stupid decisions in the past that I’m not proud of.

I believe it’s a never ending quest and, actually, I like it that way.

Up until I got pregnant again, my yoga practice was about showing up every day and making progress.