Valeria is a certified personal trainer, winning fitness competitor, author, and the creator of the Fit for Joy philosophy.  Born in Brazil, she began her professional career in the arts, both music and dance. With more than twenty years in the fitness industry, Valeria has designed the Fit for Joy wellness center project to instruct others in her method of maintaining a joyful life.  She is currently devoted to writing and hosting the Fit for Joy gatherings.





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Don't say that I will depart tomorrow -- 
even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch, 
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, 
learning to sing in my new nest, 
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, 
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, 
to fear and to hope.The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river. And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond. 
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. 
And I am the arms merchant, 
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.I am the twelve-year-old girl, 
refugee on a small boat, 
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate. 
And I am the pirate, 
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.I am a member of the politburo, 
with plenty of power in my hands. 
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. 
My pain is like a river of tears, 
so vast it fills the four oceans.Please call me by my true names, 
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, 
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.Please call me by my true names, 
so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart
can be left open, the door of compassion.

- Thich Nhat Hahn

It doesn't matter where we've been, what matters is where we are now.