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.
It’s getting crowded down there 😫
“I need help”.
Just like today’s post 😝
I’ve made many stupid decisions in the past that I’m not proud of.