É hoje!

Para clarificar, o time todo tinha contrato com a LGD apenas até dia 24 de Agosto. Ninguém foi kickado ou nada do tipo, foi o final do contrato apenas. Obrigada por todos RT e likes, me sentindo uma estrela ✨

Viver de Dota não é fácil. Tive os melhores e os piores dias da minha vida dentro desse jogo. De qualquer maneira, eu não posso imaginar um privilégio maior do que ter o Topias na nossa equipe. Quero agradecer ao meu time e a @LGDgaming por tornar tudo possível.

What a blessing, what a privilege, another year 🙏✨ thank you @LGDgaming @kaffurtado @fcrdota @yumadota @tailung_dota @Wisper_dota2 @Thiolicordota @kj_dota @robinnymann

Nobody better than LGD in 100min games 😤

What a time to be alive 🙂‍↔️✨

Another dream come true in this Dota life, what a privilege. 🤍

Have you set up your fantasy yet?

It was the ride of my life, thank you.

The Paradox of Control By definition, control is the act or effect of controlling - monitoring, supervising, exercising power or authority over someone or something. Lately, I have been thinking about a question: What is control, truly? What does it mean to be in control? My doubts go in cycles: Is this controllable? Is it within my reach? Anyone who manages a team knows this quiet weight- the expectation that you will hold the structure upright, that you will anticipate the cracks before they appear. There is an invisible pressure in being the one who must see everything. To me, control has always felt like a form of power. And yet, I find myself in a phase where I feel that power slipping, losing control not only of situations, but sometimes of myself. That unsettles me deeply. My work, after all, is to make the team happen. Schedules. Practice sessions. Pressure. Routine. How far can we truly control another human being? To speak of control, I believe we must also speak of expectations. If I feel in control, is it because everyone moves like parts of a perfectly aligned machine, functioning according to what I envisioned? And are my expectations realistic, or simply projections of what I need in order to feel secure? If I monitor what they do, how they behave, whether they are punctual or not, who assures me that my expectation of maintaining control is the right one? Expectation: The state of waiting for something to occur, or believing in its likelihood at a given moment. I know my expectations very clearly. I try, in every possible way, to manage them. And yet I often struggle to find the balance between holding control and letting go - between expecting everything and expecting nothing. Should I force into existence what I believe is possible? The ancient question: “Who watches the watchers?” If I am the one observing, correcting, guiding - who stands above me? Who questions my expectations, my rigidity, my fears? When I shape them according to what I think they should be, who shapes me? Perhaps control is less about domination and more about humility. Perhaps it is not about tightening the grip, but about knowing when to open the hand. “How foolish I was! How I struggled to force everything to conform to what I thought it ought to be…”

Mto bom ser HEROIC