I come from a family of dreamers, and naturally, I followed the same path. My head has always been full of dreams—sometimes a little wild—like becoming an actress or a Broadway dancer. For a long time, I truly believed I could. Perhaps because I spent my days singing in my bedroom and in the shower, or because I grew up dancing and performing in theatre productions. At the end of shows, people would often say, “Jess, you were made for this!” And so I believed it, the way children believe in Santa Claus.
Then I realized that this kind of career requires a great deal of discipline. I chose to let that dream go, without ever truly abandoning it. I simply placed it in a corner of my heart, where I could keep it safe.
Later, I turned toward journalism and communications, driven by another dream: writing and sharing my words with the world. Perhaps a slightly idealistic dream. I wanted to reach people who needed support, tell meaningful stories, and, above all, inspire even just one person. But once again, discipline caught up with me. Despite my determination, I saw too many obstacles ahead and wasn't ready to overcome them. Not at that stage of my life.
Then a new dream emerged: caring for others. I wanted to become a nurse, just like my mother and grandmother before me. This time, I learned how to embrace discipline. I worked hard, persevered, and for the first time, my efforts truly paid off.
I discovered a profession that brought together everything that inspired me: communication, storytelling, listening, caring, taking action, sharing, meaningful human connections, ambition, and the opportunity to meet extraordinary people. Through nursing, I slowly built confidence in myself and strengthened my determination.
I chose emergency care because it reflects who I am: sensitive, intense, sometimes chaotic, and deeply authentic. I trained, specialized, faced challenges, and kept going. And that achievement, I dedicate to my brothers—the dreamers who came before me.
But I am also a highly sensitive person with strong perfectionist tendencies. In this profession, I sometimes forgot to take care of myself. There were moments when I felt exhausted, both physically and mentally.
That was when I decided to fulfil one of my biggest dreams: travelling solo. That journey allowed me to be completely myself—with my joys, doubts, dreams, strengths, sorrows, and wounds.
Ten years ago, I discovered yoga. At the time, I wasn't particularly flexible or physically strong. Yoga quickly became one of the greatest challenges of my life. I fell, got back up, and started again—over and over.
Yoga taught me acceptance. It taught me to listen to my body and mind, to stop forcing, to be present, to meditate, and to love myself with all my imperfections.
Along the way, I discovered a passion that I now feel called to share with others. A dream in which I feel deeply myself, a path where learning never ends.
This dream is my favourite of them all.
Through yoga, I can care for others like a nurse, create flows like a dancer, express myself clearly like an actress, tell stories like a journalist, and connect with inspiring people who encourage me to be fully myself.
This dream is one I cherish deeply. I built it step by step, never knowing it would eventually take this shape.
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