Helping people has always been my thing. For years, I worked as a personal trainer and nutrition coach. Later, pressured by my parents, I joined the police. At first, even that felt meaningful - I was helping people again, learning new things, facing situations that shaped me.
But after a few years, I realized I was living their dream, not mine.

During that time, I travelled the world, and those journeys opened my eyes. Every time I returned home, I felt resistance. My job was draining me, anxiety followed me everywhere, and all I wanted was to leave - to explore, to breathe, to live.

Because of (or maybe thanks to) that anxiety, I turned to yoga.
It became my anchor - my way out of stress, my doorway into the connection between mind and body. I became a certified yoga instructor and kept studying, learning, unlearning, and rediscovering.

And eventually, I reached the point where I said enough.
I quit my job, said goodbye to my home country, and spent the next year working odd jobs, saving every coin, determined to finally make my dream possible.

I bought a one-way ticket to Colombia with only one intention:
to let go of all the roles life had put me into, and to search for who I truly was. And, of course - to see the world.

The moment I stepped off the plane, I knew. This was right.