Hi, I’m Sofi
I’m a 28-year-old teenager.
That’s what my Pinterest bio says, and I meant it. The longer I live in an adult body, the more I notice I’m still the same curious kid who wants to try everything — and the same woman who wakes up with fifteen new ideas, writes them all down, and makes it through three of them before collapsing into bed by 10pm wondering where the day went.
If you’re here, I’m guessing you know the feeling.
I grew up outside of Santiago, Chile
Rural enough that when it rained hard, we sometimes couldn’t leave. Big enough garden that we ate what grew in it, in the season it grew. No delivery apps. Bread, birthday cakes, pastries — we made them ourselves. There were always two or three big dogs at our feet. I owe them my soul.
My family never pushed me academically. That pressure I built all by myself. I was the kid turning in assignments early, the teenager who picked her university major based on what sounded serious. I validated myself through grades. Then through GPAs. Then through job titles.
I was going to have the great career. Corporate ladder. Manager. Director. International company. It wasn’t really a plan — it was the only future I could picture for myself.
Then 2025 broke me open
I was on my third job out of university — Brand Manager at a fintech startup. On paper, exactly where 25-year-old me said I’d be.
Inside, I was spiraling. Anxiety every morning. No sense of purpose. I kept asking myself for what? and finding no good answer.
Then the rest of my life stopped asking and started answering.
My sister left for her study abroad and the house got very quiet. Donna, my German shepherd since childhood, died. My grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and we all watched her go — slowly, painfully, without being able to do a single thing.
2025 was the worst year of my life.
Somewhere in the middle of grief and exhaustion, I made a decision that still scares me a little: I’m not following the rhythm everyone else is following.
I stopped. I started thinking about what I actually wanted. I started listening to myself for the first time in years.
What this blog is
This blog is that decision made public.
It’s part-creative, part-business, part-healing — a space where I get to cover everything I love without picking a single lane. Intentional mornings. Recipes you make when you want to feel cared for. Books that shake something loose. Personal growth that doesn’t smell like hustle. How I’m learning to build an online life that pays without selling my soul.
Four pillars, one identity: a 28-year-old teenager trying to live it all without running herself into the ground.
I’m not going to pretend I’ve figured it out. This week I woke up with eight ideas for posts, recipes, collaborations — I’ll probably get to three. That’s the honest rhythm of this place. If you’re looking for someone who claims to have cracked the code on balance, it isn’t me.
What I love right now
Manifesting — the real kind, the one that asks you to listen carefully and trust yourself. Therapy. My bed (non-negotiable, religious relationship).
And — coming soon, I’m manifesting her — a dog small enough to come with me everywhere.
What I’m still learning
SEO. Pinterest. Running a blog. Digital products. AI, cautiously. How to sell something without feeling icky. How to write like myself.
Also — the hardest one — how to listen to myself before the world asks me to react.
If you’re still reading
Thank you. That’s not a small thing.
If this blog helps even one person feel a little less alone in wanting to do everything, I’ll call it worth it.
Stay a while. Grab a vanilla cinnamon latte — I have a recipe. Join my newsletter — I send weekly notes on intentional living, new posts, and the occasional embarrassing thing I’m learning in real time.
Con cariño, Sofi