AS ROBERTO CARLOS USED TO SAY...

Photo from 2007, taken with a digital camera (the kind where if you even breathed, the picture came out blurry) — just to keep the consistency with the vibe.

I’m back, my friends! And I'm here to stay.

Not that anyone was waiting or asking for it...But if my shout doesn’t surprise you, at least it surprises me — I really didn’t think I’d be doing this again so soon.

Honestly? I thought I’d only write again after retiring.After all, with everything going on these days — kids, husband, work, family, drama — retirement seemed like a great time to rediscover soul-feeding hobbies like this.

But then it hit me: who said all that will disappear when I retire?Actually, I’ll probably work until the day I die.

(And no, not for the obvious reason you’re thinking — that no one can survive on retirement alone. That’s not it.)

What I mean is: even if my kids — God willing! — are doing well and able to care for me someday, the same way I hope to care for my parents and mother-in-law today…Even then, I just can’t picture myself not working.Every time I think about it, I see myself going stir-crazy, wandering around the house like a fly in grandma’s kitchen.

I read somewhere the other day that Alzheimer’s is born from a mind that’s not exercised.

So if I stop, I won’t just be bored — I’ll go nuts.And poor Alzheimer’s will probably drag me all the way back to the days I worked like a maniac.

Because, truth be told: I can’t imagine standing still.

I love vacations, I love lazy days on the couch...But give me more than 15 days of doing nothing, and I’m already painting walls (those who know, know).

So, since I clearly can’t wait for retirement, I decided to start now.

A-ha! Almost an epiphany.

I’m writing again. Spitting out words. Vomiting ideas, opinions, feelings (or whatever you want to call it).

But why a blog? Why something so 2000s?

Because I miss the 2000s. That’s why.

Remember that simpler time?

There were blogs. Dated posts. Full stops.

The internet was still a place for reading, silence, and sharing.

Now? I’m tired. Tired of the feed, the selfies, the #tbt, the algorithm, and this never-ending pressure to be visible.

I’ve left Instagram, Facebook (my accounts still exist, but I don’t even remember the passwords).LinkedIn? I’ve given up on that too — and if you’re on there often, you’ve probably noticed it’s one step away from becoming the new Orkut.

I wanted something simple. No expectations.

No likes. No performance.

No waiting for approval.

Because now, more than ever, I’m writing for me.

And only for me.

Of course, you’re more than welcome here! — and I’d love to read your comment (good vibes only, please… let’s save the bad ones for X).

But if you don’t leave one, that’s okay too.

This blog is my little space to reconnect with myself.

Fun fact: I thought I’d lost all my old chronicles.They were on a corrupted external hard drive. I even had a nightmare about it.Because it wasn’t just data — it was memory.

But thank God, and a data recovery company, I got it all back.

So here’s the plan:

I’ll revisit those old texts (which, yes, need a few tweaks… I was younger and a bit more dramatic), polish them a little, and repost them like they were #TBTs — which, here, stands for #TimeBringsThingsBack (Throwback Thursday is just too 2010 for this blog...).

Besides the #TBTs, I’ll also be writing new stuff.

There’s no fixed schedule, so I won’t promise a new video — I mean, text — every Tuesday or Thursday.

But when the mood strikes, there’ll be something new. Oh yes.

And with a weird title and an old-school Blogspot layout — just to keep it real.

Because this freedom… oh, this freedom…

It’s exactly what I was needing.

Welcome to my new-old phase.

Here, I’ll be posting like it’s still 2007.