When life changes direction, you either resist or you listen.
I started this newsletter with the intention to write often, to share lessons and insights from practice.
Then, I went quiet.
Not because I disappeared, but because I was adapting.
The last few months have been a storm of change, transition, and emotional turbulence.
And I needed time to face that with honesty, not with performance.
Because five months ago, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life.
Letting Go of What I Helped Build
I decided to leave SaturnoMovement, a project that Gabo and I started almost six years ago.
It shaped not only my career, but my way of seeing movement and collaboration.
We built something beautiful together.
We designed programs, created an app, led a team, and watched a global community grow.
It was never just a company. It was a language of connection.
But over time, something inside me began to shift.
I moved to Barcelona, and with that move came distance—both physical and internal.
We tried to adapt, to keep it going, but the alignment that once felt effortless began to fade.
I take full responsibility for my part in that.
For the choices that changed the direction of the project, and for the moment I realized I was forcing something that no longer flowed.
Listening to that truth was painful. Acting on it was even harder.
Sitting in the Silence
That’s why this newsletter went quiet.
I wasn’t uninspired. I was integrating.
I needed time to feel everything that surfaced.
The uncertainty. The sadness. The gratitude.
I didn’t want to write from a place of noise or confusion. I wanted to return when the words felt honest again.
These months have reminded me that growth is not always loud.
Sometimes it happens in the stillness that follows loss.
What Comes Next
Leaving SaturnoMovement wasn’t an ending. It was a return to truth.
I carry deep gratitude for Gabo, for Fabian, and for everyone who was part of that journey.
Now, I step into a new chapter that asks for presence, patience, and courage.
A chapter where everything I’ve learned must no longer be spoken, but embodied.
This next phase has a name — EmbodyWay — and it feels less like a brand and more like a path.
One that begins where words end, and where practice becomes lived experience.
Thank you for being here, for reading, and for allowing me to share the real parts of the path.
The practice goes on.
— Yassir
