Hyperactive Dreamer

  • On Decisions

    April 13th, 2022

    Decisions are a tricky thing and most of the time, we don’t realize just how many decisions we make on a day to day basis.

    Wake up. Should I have coffee first? Stretch first? Meditate first? Write first? Get straight to work?

    There are so many decisions that can be made. So many different paths our lives could take. There’s just no way of predicting how each seemingly insignificant decision will shape how we feel and act, what events it will unfold and what opportunities it will reveal.

    This absurd freedom is overwhelming, and so, we have seem to have evolved a mechanism to reduce some of the freedom. It’s what we call a “routine”.

    Just like with breathing, a routine puts decisions on auto-pilot. Then, we can somewhat predict the outcome of the series of decisions that we make. We did it yesterday, so it will most likely follow the same pattern today.

    But what happens if we say no to our routine?

    We feel lost.

    I’ve been living with my grandparents for the last week and a half. My first instinct was to default back to the routine that I had all the other times I spent with them. A rather chill routine in which I struggle to focus and get real work done.

    But, today I woke up and I felt like doing something different. So, I followed the routine that I had in Switzerland: the complete opposite. There I was working over 8 hours a day.

    Now, I find myself, in casual social clothes and ready to go to work, sitting inside a camper, in the middle of a farm.

    What the hell am I doing?

    I am overthinking.

    I am overthinking how each decision that I make will play out. I am trying to anticipate what will have happened by the end of the day, should I choose to enroll in a certain task now, at 9 a.m. in the morning.

    No routine = decisions off auto-pilot.

    Shit. What now?

    Take you seat. And now gently close your eyes. I’d like you to pay attention to your breath. Just let it come and go. Just… observe it, don’t try to change it. It can be shallow, it can be deep. Just let it be.

    Sam Harris (in almost every guided mediation)

    Another thing about decisions – and another similarity to breathing – is that I can’t really stop it.

    What I can stop is the judging. The trying to anticipate. The trying to plan. The regretting the previous and dreading the following.

    I can only strive to be aware of how I feel right now. What I believe that I need to do. What will feel right to me in this moment.

    Not following a clear routine, saying no to a usual pattern of doing things is uncomfortable. But with that discomfort also comes freedom. The freedom to try something new. To open my eyes to opportunities and solutions that I usually don’t see. To find paths that I usually don’t take.

    From the outside, it might look the same. But just like with meditation, the real change is within me.

    This is the ugly and beautiful nature of decisions. There’s no right or wrong. No good or bad. We are completely free to follow whichever pattern we choose.

    Isn’t that scary?

    Isn’t that beautiful?

    Isn’t that freeing?

  • The Why behind the Me

    April 12th, 2022

    I haven’t been writing a lot and the goal of keeping this blog going is one that I almost gave up.

    On the flight back from Switzerland, I met a guy who thought a lot like me. He knew all about the Seth Godin stuff, was very into self-development, cold-showers, meditation, and all those habits that I’ve sought to build. He has decided to drop his job, write a book and become a life coach. After sharing my thoughts, he said: “you should write a book”. My response was: “I’m not ready, I haven’t found the answer to the question: Why me?”

    So, why me? Why are the things that I have to say meaningful and worth sharing?

    Nothing of what I’ve ever said here is true. But none of it is a lie either. It is nothing but a recording of what was true at the moment I wrote it, for the person that I was at the time of writing.

    So, what is my Why?

    It’s the Me.

    I recognize and accept that nothing that I say here, will ever be a perfect and concrete recipe for happiness and equanimity. Not for you, much less for myself.

    And this mindset is what makes me think that I’ve grown. That I’ve come a long ways from that rather naive girl who sough to always do the “right thing” and to find a perfect recipe to happiness and equanimity.

    It’s rather ironic that it’s only when I let go of searching for these things, that I began to make real progress towards them.

    Therefore, I don’t expect anything that I share here to work for everyone all the time. But if it’s working for me now, in this moment, if this is the “best” that I have defined for myself right now, chances are, it could be for you too.

  • Why “Hyperactive Dreamer”?

    March 18th, 2022

    The Dreamer

    I used to be afraid of calling myself a dreamer, I feared that it would labeled as naive or complacent.

    But now, I see it as the best part of me.

    I feel as if I’ve always seen the world in a different way and I feel like my young love for Fantasy books had a big role in this.

    Beyond providing entertainment, these stories shaped the way I see life. It’s really hard to explain it, but I think of myself almost as a character in a book. As a consequence, I have this habit of coming up with perfect scenarios and storylines in my head and I’m constantly evaluating this “character” from the view of a reader.

    Maybe this is why I have the need to write so much.

    Since I was a little kid, I’ve kept a journal. I started journaling in Portuguese, my native language, and my entries revolved more around my feelings, emotions and short-term planning.

    When I began facing bigger decisions, such as the biggest and scariest question of them all: “what the f* do I want to do with my life?”, I found that English was a better language to convey these thoughts. Even now, I struggle to express these more broad questions and reflections in my mother tongue.

    But coming back to my need for writing, it’s hard to explain it. I’ve tried to tackle it several times. The post The need to create was one of these tries. But, no matter the reason that constantly draws me back to the pen and pencil or the keyboard, this practice impacts the way I shape and analyze my day and my life.

    The path to where I am now in life has been nothing but a series of chaotic events and unpredictable consequences. Just like in a book, where every word and event is wisely crafted to fit together in the end, all my actions and experiences come together and bring me to this moment right here.

    This perfect order that arises from the randomness and chaos of time and experience is, to me, the most beautiful aspect of life.

    Maybe, in the end, being aware of this is what makes me a Dreamer.

    The Hyperactive

    By this point, you’re probably thinking of me as a quiet and reflective girl. Who walks around looking at the sky and writing in her journal.

    Ha! I wish!

    The truth is, I have THE hardest time sitting my butt down.

    But maybe that’s because I’m always either high on caffeine or endorphines.

    In either case, it’s how I roll.

    In a culture where you’re always expected to do more, the fact that I look as if I’m always on my feet, always doing is what I believe has allowed me to keep the Dreamer side alive.

    The perfect overlap between the two is when I’m running. I don’t decide I need to run. The universe decides I need to run. One example is explained in the post The Day I Found My Song, another happened just the other day, when I felt called towards chasing the sunset and ended up running like a crazy maniac towards it. On my way, I fell on my face in a stop-sign, got completely lost and had to make my way thought gross mangrove water under a busy bridge … but I’ll talk more about this in a future post.

    But this is just how I approach the decision to run. If you go to the keyboard settings in my brain, I’m sure there’s a “text replacement” rule that changes “yes” to “HELL, YES!”

    In any project I engage in, I show up fully and with my all. I try to do my absolute best in anything I dedicate my time and energy to and I always choose to do the extra work.

    Trust me, this is not always a sea of roses and it can sometimes backfire, but it’s what has made me stand out in the past and it’s what allowed me to achieve all the things I’m proud of today.

    It’s what makes me patiently confident that my dreams will come true. That, even though there’s no way of predicting where I’ll be a year or ten years from now, I know I’ll be proud of how I got there.

  • My story in a nutshell

    March 18th, 2022

    I was born in the city of Santa Maria but moved with my mom to Florianopolis, this beautiful island off the southern cost of Brazil, when I was 4.

    As a kid, I prided myself in being very calm and easy. I lived alone with my mom for the first 8 years of my life, I had the best childhood anyone could ask for.

    In school, I was shy but not excluded. I was very much the “hard-working nerdy girl” who sat in the first seat and was loved by all the teachers.

    When I was 8, my mom met this amazing guy who would become my stepfather. I cannot begin to explain how thankful I am that he was brought into my life because I most definitely wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for his guidance and inspiration.

    He is American and so, when I was 9, I went to the USA for the first time.

    The main thing that I remember very well is my first thought when I stepped foot in this new country: “this feels like home”.

    However, my life was in Brazil and that is where I completed high-school.

    A lot happened during those years, of course, but the biggest change – the one that led to the person that I am today – began in my senior year.

    Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, my school transitioned to remote learning. It was the best thing that could have happened to me.

    The truth is that I always knew that I didn’t want to go to school in the USA, and so, being taken out of that grade-focused, stressful high-school environment allowed me to take a step back and begin diving into new interests.

    In July 2020, I took an online workshop that opened my eyes to a whole new way of seeing the world. The Emerging Leaders Program was an intense, one week course with young leaders from all over the world. In it, I met older people from all backgrounds and aspirations. I became very interested in concepts of self-development, productivity and life-long learning.

    I always knew that my future wasn’t in Brazil, and this course made the fact that I didn’t want to follow the traditional path of going straight into college crystal clear.

    And so, I decided to take a gap year.

    Trust me, it wasn’t as enlightened and smooth as it sounds now. There were many moments of doubt, many days (and weeks) I felt completely lost and confused.

    The decision to leave behind the security pursuing a degree in a university in Brazil and a good career didn’t always seem like the smart option, but I don’t regret it for a single second.

    In may, a week before I turned 18, I took another course by the same company (akimbo) that forever changed the course of my life.

    It is called the altMBA and if you are even a little bit interested in it, if it sparks even a slight thought of “huh, maybe I should do this…” then I say: GO FOR IT!

    Much more than show me just how much I’m capable of, and make me realize that there’s a change in the world that I want to make, the altMBA provided me with a job (developing websites) and led to the connections that have brought me to the other freaking side of the world.

    So, here I am. Currently living in Zurich, Switzerland.

    During the week, I work my ass off juggling my internship at the DMG/DIPG Center at the University Children’s Hospital, a part time website and product development job and maintaining my essence habits of yoga, strength training, cooking, meditation and writing.

    During the weekends, I travel and post random stuff on my recently created and badly managed Instagram account (hyper_activedreamer).

    Last weekend I went to Colmar, France. I wrote this as fast as I could on the train to Nuremberg after spending my Saturday in Munich and meeting so many awesome people I wish to share my story with.

    Phew, I can’t believe that I actually made it to the present day!

    Anyways, if you are a random person I approached, began talking to and randomly gave you my website… welcome! Feel free to explore and read around as curiosity sparks you!

    If you are an old friend, thank you for reading thought even though you probably already know all of this!

  • Just Begin

    March 18th, 2022

    Having my own website/blog has been on my list of projects for a really long time.

    But, as with every project, the biggest barrier is the too-high expectation I put on it.

    Because when I think of creating a space that will portray all of who I am, I start imagining beautiful graphics and parallax effects, wisely crafted words and brain stimulating essays.

    But a recent experience forced me to question this.

    2022 did not start the best way. 

    I was exhausted, more exhausted than I have ever been. I was in the middle of applying to college and on the verge of burnout. 

    Most of my deadlines were due on January 1st and I was working full-time to get everything ready. Things were not going according to plan and it was a crisis after crisis. 

    Recommendation letters, high school transcripts, essays, documents, test scores… I’m sure I’ll be writing more about the absurd process I – and every person who chose this path – had to go trough, but my whole system was out of whack. 

    So, on December 31st, I didn’t have the energy to celebrate. While my family ate and talked, I went to sleep.

    But not for long.I woke up at 3 a.m. and couldn’t fall back asleep – my tired brain unable to stop going over checklists and deadlines.  

    This wasn’t at all how I wanted to start a new year. 

    One downside of the “Dreamer” side of me, is that I sometimes get caught up in the perfect scenarios and plans that I create in my head. 

    Celebrate with the family, have a great night of sleep, wake up the next day, do yoga, meditate, have coffee and write, reflect on the previous year, set goals for the upcoming year, bla bla bla. 

    None of that shit was happening. 

    I wanted to just say “screw it”. I just wanted to quit. If it wasn’t going to be perfect, why even try, right?

    At 4:53 a.m. I open my email and receive a well-deserved slap in the face from Seth Godin. 

    The first thing that I did was to take this screenshot and set it as the lock screen on my phone. It’s been my constant reminder.

    Damn you, Seth! How am I supposed to hide under the blankets and act like a little kid now? 

    And so, I simply began. 

    No, the day wasn’t perfect. But – 19 hours later – I had managed to cross out everything on my checklist and submit the first batch of imperfect applications. 

    A task that had seemed almost impossible, that I just couldn’t imagine actually being DONE, was… done!

    And you know what? If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a single thing. 

  • This is it.

    March 10th, 2022

    This builds a lot upon what I wrote yesterday on The First Morning Blurb so, if you haven’t checked that out, please do so.

    10/03/2022

    I think a lot about the future.

    A friend of mine once asked me: “Luisa, how often do you think about the future? About how the decisions that you make today are going to impact you tomorrow?”

    The answer was: “Every single second of every single day”.

    At the time, I somewhat prided myself in that ability. The instinct to weight the pros and cons, analyze and evaluate every decision that I made.

    But it also made it always feel like I was waiting.

    I was always wisely preparing for the next task, and I mean this in the smallest scale. It was a constant organization and synchronization of every activity.

    This is not something only I struggle with, it isn’t news to anyone that the biggest problem with humanity (or at least as far as “being happy” goes) is that we are constantly either mulling over the past, or stressing over the future.

    We stare at the uncertainty of life and think that the ability of – if ever so slightly – controlling the future to be our personal breakthrough.

    But getting away from it all, finding myself doing the thing that I was “preparing” for , made me aware of all the moments that – on my preparations for the “future” – I actually missed out on enjoying to the fullest.

    Because, in the end, this is it. This moment right here and right now is it.

    And it has always been it.

    I think so much about the impact that I want to have, the change that I want to make in the future, that I sometimes look away from the change that I’m already making, the impact that I’m already having.

    The impulse to say: “I’m planning to do X” is, to some extent, just a way of delaying the responsibility of doing X now; and blaming the past: “I’m not doing X because Y fell trough”, is just a way of putting ourselves as victims of the natural chaos of life.

    I am deciding to take responsibility for who I am today, in this moment, right now.

    I take full responsibility for figuring out and finding solutions around what didn’t work yesterday, and doing as much as I can, with the tools that I have, towards the things that I wish for the future.

    From the outside, the practice might look the same. It does boil down to taking action on goals and dreams, and everything that I’ve wrote about defining these still applies. But it’s the shift in mindset from: “I’m waiting until I’m someplace else, someway else” to: ” there’s nowhere else, noway else, I should be”.

    P.S.: I’m going to Milan this weekend! But more on that later 🙂

  • The first morning blurb.

    March 9th, 2022

    This is a new type of post I’m trying out. Where I’m just going to literally copy and paste from my journal. I have SO many of these that I intended to turn into blog posts but when I start editing them afterwards, I begin overthinking and never publish. So, screw it they are just going out there now.

    I didn’t even read this one trough again so I apologize in advance for the incoherent sentences and grammar mistakes.


    09/03/2022

    I had a really awesome day yesterday and this morning I woke up confused.

    In part because I wish that I could repeat it. Go to the gym again today in the morning. But I think that I’ve already found a solution: I’m gonna go for a quick 30 min run.

    But I also woke up with a major writing itch.

    I feel like I’ve become better at taking my days without thinking so much about the future. I have disconnected a bit from reflecting over the impact that everything that I do has on tomorrow, the next week and the next year.

    Part of it is because I, once again, find myself in a situation where I’m kind of “waiting”.

    Now, I’m waiting for this internship to end, I’m waiting for college admissions to come out, I’m waiting to go back to Brazil or Washighton or wherever it is that I’ll end up. I’m waiting… it seems like I’m always waiting.

    I’m waiting for what?

    Once again with that whole “having to find meaning” shenanigan that I hate.

    But, what I’m beginning to realize – and probably the most valuable takeaway from this experience – is just how much I already had “figured out”.

    How much of myself I already knew. How I already had the answer to “what makes you feel happy and fulfilled?”, how I already had the friends, the people and the connections that I want around me, how I had already put together a valuable skillset that continues to stand out.

    So, even when I thought that all I was doing was “waiting”, I actually made more progress than I recognized.

    This realization brings peace, of seeing the progress made, but it also brings fear.

    What now?

    Where do we go from here?

    Seeing myself wishing, not always but at some times, to go back to the life I used to have is terrifying. Does this mean that I “regressed” a step?

    But this morning, with a clear head, the warm smell of coffee and the rising sun outside (which I’ll soon be running towards), I can rationalize with this fear.

    You know that saying of “you can never enter the same river twice?”. I know that even when I go back to the USA and then back to Brazil, even when I go back to the same environment that I found myself in a few months ago, I am not the same person.

    The combination of fluidity and unchangeable traits of one’s personality is something that truly fascinates me.

    The unchangeable habits and beliefs that I brought here with me. The things that expected to – but didn’t actually – change during my time living by myself in a different country.

    And then the aspects that I can recognize I’ve “grown”. The reason this word needs to be marked is because “grown”, “good” or “bad” are all labels of our own creation. However, they are essential nonetheless.

    Who would have thought that a trip to the other side of the world would end up proving itself more of a journey within myself? But that always seems to be the case…

    What is the takeaway from this Brain Vomit today? It was definitely a very spread out one.

    One, I have learned that the most important thing that I can strive everyday to achieve is to feel at peace and sure about myself. That the way I see myself that day, deeply impacts how I interact with my work, with those around me and with the situations that life trows my way.

    Two, I have spent years thinking that I wasn’t enough in the sense that I just didn’t find myself in the right environment to pursue my goals. That the reason I didn’t know “the change that I want to make” is because I wasn’t in contact with the object that needs the changing. Now, I see that this isn’t true at all. In fact, I think that I’ve been making the change and having the impact that I want to have all along. It’s the realization that “the change” we want isn’t a goal set in stone. But a daily pursuit to be better, to do more of what makes us fulfilled and to keep ourselves open to the opportunities that knock on the door and ask to come in.

    Because opportunities like these will knock, and if you are inside, reserving all the seats for a goal that might never arrive, you are missing out on some very interesting guests.

    So, yes, I am “waiting”. I am waiting for colleges to come knock on my door, I am waiting for a job and new responsibilities to arrive, I am waiting for the day when I’ll finally find that one thing that only I can do, that only I can create, that only I can bring to the world.

    But I’m not reserving any empty seats in the meantime.

    Time to run.

  • “Who the hell is this chick?” in a nutshell

    February 26th, 2022

    I have been meeting a lot of new people during my travels and I always think “huh, I should just send them to my blog!”.

    But the truth is that this blog is still not quite there yet. It still doesn’t offer a good introduction to who I am to newcomers.

    If this is your case, then you’re in the right place. I’m going to attempt to quickly compile 18 years worth of experiences and adventures.

    takes a deep breath

    Hey there! My name is Luisa and I’m an 18 year old from Brazil.

    I was born in the city of Santa Maria but moved with my mom to Florianopolis, this beautiful island off the southern cost of Brazil, when I was 4.

    As a kid, I prided myself in being very calm and easy. I lived alone with my mom for the first 8 years of my life, I had the best childhood anyone could ask for.

    In school, I was shy but not excluded. I was very much the “hard-working nerdy girl” who sat in the first seat and was loved by all the teachers.

    When I was 8, my mom met this amazing guy who would become my stepfather. I cannot begin to explain how thankful I am that he was brought into my life because I most definitely wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for his guidance and inspiration.

    He is American and so, when I was 9, I went to the USA for the first time.

    The main thing that I remember very well is my first thought when I stepped foot in this new country: “this feels like home”.

    However, my life was in Brazil and that is where I completed high-school.

    A lot happened during those years, of course, but the biggest change – the one that led to the person that I am today – began in my senior year.

    Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, my school transitioned to remote learning. It was the best thing that could have happened to me.

    The truth is that I always knew that I didn’t want to go to school in the USA, and so, being taken out of that grade-focused, stressful high-school environment allowed me to take a step back and begin diving into new interests.

    In July 2020, I took an online workshop that opened my eyes to a whole new way of seeing the world. The Emerging Leaders Program was an intense, one week course with young leaders from all over the world. In it, I met older people from all backgrounds and aspirations. I became very interested in concepts of self-development, productivity and life-long learning.

    I always knew that my future wasn’t in Brazil, and this course made the fact that I didn’t want to follow the traditional path of going straight into college crystal clear.

    And so, I decided to take a gap year.

    Trust me, it wasn’t as enlightened and smooth as it sounds now. There were many moments of doubt, many days (and weeks) I felt completely lost and confused.

    The decision to leave behind the security pursuing a degree in a university in Brazil and a good career didn’t always seem like the smart option, but I don’t regret it for a single second.

    In may, a week before I turned 18, I took another course by the same company (akimbo) that forever changed the course of my life.

    It is called the altMBA and if you are even a little bit interested in it, if it sparks even a slight thought of “huh, maybe I should do this…” then I say: GO FOR IT!

    Much more than show me just how much I’m capable of, and make me realize that there’s a change in the world that I want to make, the altMBA provided me with a job (developing websites) and led to the connections that have brought me to the other freaking side of the world.

    So, here I am. Currently living in Zurich, Switzerland.

    During the week, I work my ass off juggling my internship at the DMG/DIPG Center at the University Children’s Hospital, a part time website and product development job and maintaining my essence habits of yoga, strength training, cooking, meditation and writing.

    During the weekends, I travel and post random stuff on my recently created and badly managed Instagram account (hyper_activedreamer).

    Last weekend I went to Colmar, France. I’m currently writing this as fast as I can on the train to Nuremberg after spending my Saturday in Munich.

    Phew, I can’t believe that I actually made it to the present day!

    Anyways, if you are a random person I approached, began talking to and randomly gave you my website… welcome! Feel free to explore and read around as curiosity sparks you!

    If you are an old friend, thank you for reading thought even though you probably already know all of this!

    In either case, thank you and never stop dreaming 🙂

  • Post-interview Existential Crisis

    February 15th, 2022

    “What is the biggest challenge you have ever faced? How did you overcome it?”

    “Uhhhh…”

    Shit.

    My interview with Stanford did not go so well.

    When he started asking questions like: “Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?”, “What is the change you want to make?”, “If you had 1 million dollars to do or learn anything, what would you do?” … I completely froze.

    I realized that I didn’t have an answer to all these on the spot and it made me question everything that I’ve done up to this point.

    For the first time, the realization that I’m alone on the other side of the world hit me, and I questioned my being here at all. What the f* am I doing living alone in Zürich?

    I hadn’t stopped to consider the things I had to sacrifice and the responsibility I’ve taken on because it felt so natural, but then it all hit me. I began looking back on the life I had in Brazil and the things I left behind: my family, my friends, my horse, my crazy workout routine that made me feel pretty damn good about myself… Wouldn’t it have been easier had I just stayed? What is the point of anything that I’m doing? I haven’t actually achieved anything…

    And so, I had a meltdown in the bathroom. I made the dumb – or maybe smart, now that I look back on it – decision of taking the call at the lab. At the edge of tears, I looked at my phone and wondered who to call. My parents were busy. I was alone.

    I ended up reaching out to my boss. This might sound completely crazy, but if you knew this woman, you’d understand.

    The advice she gave was not what I was expecting to hear, but I now see how it is the exact truth.

    She said: “This was a great learning experience. It showed you exactly what you need to improve on… to be better at interviews. It has nothing to do with your life.”

    And then she told me to go eat a big plate of pasta and take a nap.

    As I was heading out of the lab, one of my co-workers – someone who has proven to be a great friend – noticed that something was wrong.

    We sat down and I explained.

    She smiled and said: “Ah Luisa, no one actually knows what they are doing. Everyone here that you see so focused on a project, actually has no idea if this project is going to work or not. No one knew they were going to be working on this, and no one knows what they’ll be working on in the future.”

    And then she gave me a hug. Turns out, a hug is all that I really needed.


    After a big plate of food and a full night of sleep (will I ever learn that sacrificing sleep is NEVER the answer?), here I am.

    My thoughts are a complete mess. If my brain were a seemingly perfectly organized house, someone just went in and opened all the messy drawers and closets, revealing all the things that still need to be looked over and either thrown away or found a spot in the shelf.

    The truth is that, for the past two years, I’ve had this mental checklist of what everyday should have, I lived with an inner schedule:

    1. A good workout (or workouts hahaha)
    2. Coffee
    3. Writing
    4. Work
    5. Studying something / learning something new
    6. Yoga

    And this worked great! Until it didn’t anymore.

    Until my workouts didn’t bring me the satisfaction they once did, writing just didn’t seem so rewarding anymore, my work didn’t feel challenging enough, learning lacked direction and yoga felt repetitive.

    This is my way of saying that I was bored.

    But I had things to look forward to in the future, I had this internship.

    And so I put very high expectations on this.

    When I got here, I tried to deviate from the inner schedule, but guess what the plan I eventually came up with was:

    To wake up early, get a good workout in, get some coffee, do some writing, work, go to the lab, learn something new, do yoga…

    Notice the similarities?

    I expected everything to change and was surprised that it didn’t. That the doubt, the fear and the uncertainty I feel, didn’t go away.

    What I really wanted was change. But has anything really changed? I feel like the problems I’m facing today are the same problems I faced before.

    This feeling of stagnation is a very demotivating thing. The realization that there are some things in my life that maybe will never change – some pillars of my personality that I just have to embrace.

    And sometimes I get so caught up in these problems, that I lose sight of where I am, and how far I’ve come. Because I’m not in tune with these “pillars” I lose sight of the opportunities around me.

    I’m threading a thin line here. The challenge of balancing planning the future and making the most out of the present.


    I had to take a break, do the dishes and a few burpees because I was going down a rabbit hole.

    This stupid interview made me question all that I’ve done and all that I am. But not because I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, but because what I’m doing – the challenges I’ve faced, the risks that I’ve taken and the things I’ve accomplished – can’t possibly fit in a 45 minute conversation.

    The truth is, I don’t know if I want to go to a prestigious college. I don’t know the exact change I want to make in the world. I still struggle with seemingly irrelevant things like figuring out my schedule and balancing “work time” vs “me time”.

    All this bundles up in my head and I am afraid that these inner worries are going to ruin this opportunity, that I’ll get so caught up in old problems, I won’t make the most out of my time here.

    But, in the end of the day, I also know that I don’t need to have any of this stuff figured out. That what truly matters is the meaning that I assign to what I do.

    So, I want to get out of this stupid rut I find myself in now. I want to realign with my goals and with the things that I know work for me. Most importantly, I want to have the courage and the peace of mind to say “yes” to what draws me, even if it’s not necessarily the decision most likely to lead to a measurable achievement; and to say “no” to what I don’t feel like doing but think that I “should” do.

    I am drawing a plan for today and making a commitment for the next two months: to learn as much as I can and to record this learning.

    If there’s one thing I always regret, is not recording every step of this journey. I found a beautiful quote in a friends facebook page today:

    We get so caught up in who we are; We get so caught up in what we cannot do that we lose sight of what we can do now that we were never able to do before. As we become more aware of the world we’re presently in, we lose track of how far we’re come because so much of it was just unconscious.

    Yes, many of the problems I still face are old problems, but this doesn’t mean that I haven’t changed.

    This interview knocked me off my feet more than I’d like to admit, but it’s just because it’s a new problem I haven’t dealt with before, and I’m proud that this is the kind of problem that I am dealing with today.

    Doing badly in an interview with f*ing Stanford? I’m already laughing at my happy demise.

    Not being sure how to juggle so may responsibilities and the desire to say yes to every opportunity? What a problem to have!

    And maybe the answer to the question of “what is the biggest challenge you faced today?” will always be “trying to decide what to cook for dinner…”. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t changed, it just proves that it was a silly question to begin with.

  • What is a dream?

    February 2nd, 2022

    I talk so much about dreaming. Hell! I call myself the Hyperactive DREAMER. But I’ve never actually defined what I consider to be a dream.

    The thing about this concept is that there’s so much stigma around it.

    For most, it evoques an image of naiveness and childlessness. An escape from reality.

    “I don’t have time for dreaming! I have real work to do!”

    Well, let me burst your bubble.

    Just like you can’t run away from sleeping (trust me, I have tried), you can’t suppress your innate ability to dream.

    I met a really good friend the other day. After our amazingly long conversation – the kind that makes you feel lighter and inspired, that rewires your brain and stimulates creativity – as we were saying our goodbyes, he said:

    Luisa, you have something special in you. I don’t think everyone has that.

    You see, I don’t believe that to be true. We all have something bigger than ourselves inside of us, it’s just that not everyone recognizes it.

    This culture we are immersed in – a cult of productivity, achievement, and measurement – has given us a way to disguise (and suppress) the act of dreaming.

    We call them plans.

    We go around constantly trying to plan the future. Always trying to anticipate the next minute, the next hour, the next year.

    Don’t you realize that the way we create experiences is very similar to how an artist imagines a masterpiece?

    And just like every artist struggles to recognize their own work, we always think we could have done more, done better.

    But here’s what we must realize: a dream is different from a plan.

    A plan is something that is laid out, step by step. There’s a clear line from point A to point B. And if point B is not reached, there’s disappointment.

    A dream, however, lives in the thin line between expectation and reality. It’s not a pinpoint in the expected future, but a light-house that shines a path.

    In order to truly achieve equanimity, we must recognize that the stories and the scenarios that we come up with in our heads were never linked to a true outcome. They weren’t something pre-written in the fabric of the universe.

    And the simple fact that we have the capability to conjure such realities and the power to change the world – ever so slightly – and incline it towards our imagination is truly magical.

    No matter the prestige or “quality “ of a painting, two things are certain:

    1. it it most definitely better than a white canvas, and
    2. the artist is the only one who can – and most likely will – have the instinct to question what it is. The one who will struggle the most to recognize that it’s exactly what it was always meant to be.

    Stop questioning your urges to dream. Stop saying no to something that your heart is telling you to do just because it’s different from what worked yesterday or what you were told is going to work tomorrow.

    Have the guts to “dream”.

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