Oggi sono io.

Come promesso, ho voluto mettere nero su bianco dei reminder semplici e concisi per il nuovo anno. Niente effetti speciali, niente di irrealizzabile, niente di irrealistico. Ho imparato che pensare troppo fa male e soprattutto pensare troppo in grande. Ho imparato che riconoscere i miei limiti, studiarli, accettarli e superarli è un processo lungo. Ho imparato ad avere pazienza. Ho imparato ad aspettare. Sto imparando a fare i conti con i miei difetti ed abbracciarli. Sto imparando a fare pace con il mio passato. Sto imparando a godermi ogni giorno come se fosse unico. Sto imparando a sorridere ai miei nemici. Sto imparando a perdonare e andare avanti. Voglio imparare un nuovo lavoro. Voglio alzare i miei obiettivi a livello fisico. Voglio superare i miei limiti mentali. Voglio trovare l'Amore, quello incondizionato, non di ruolo. Voglio abbattere i miei tabù. Sembrano imprese titaniche, sembrano le solite frasi fatte da fine anno, quando promettiamo agli altri e mentiamo a noi ste

                                                                                                   Milano,                                                                                                                                                                   23/12/2020                                                                                                                                                                    h 11:45  Eccoci qui, a una settimana dalla fine di questo terribile anno. 2020 sarà, d'ora in avanti, sinonimo di devastazione, isolamento, paura, virus, morte. Prima di addentrarmi nei buoni propositi per il nuovo anno, che tutti guardiamo con le più rosee speranze, alzando di giorno in giorno la stanghetta delle nostre aspettative, ho deciso di riassumere PROS&CONS di quello che il 2020 mi ha dato. PROS L'importanza del tempo Lento e inesorabile, rapido e indolore, credo che il tempo sia stato il nostro migliore/peggiore amico in questa

 In questo martedì pomeriggio milanese, presa da mille pensieri, la stessa domanda mi vortica nella mente: dove vado una volta terminato lo stato di emergenza, quando tutte le gabbie saranno finalmente aperte e potrò finalmente togliere un po' di polvere dal passaporto? Bene, da dove cominciare se non... #1 Canarie ...dal mare! Ho assoluto bisogno delle 3 S: sea, sun, sand. Un tuffo dove l'acqua è più blu, lunghe passeggiate sul bagnoasciuga alle prime ore del mattino, respirare a pieni polmoni con gli occhi persi nell'orizzonte. La mia pelle ormai grigia come i cieli di Milano ringrazierà. #2 Marocco Tra sogno e realtà, poter finalmente alloggiare in un riad dalle mattonelle decorate, sorseggiando té e fumando il narghilè like a pro. Non vedo l'ora di perdermi nei souk di Marrakech e Tangeri, scattare foto nella caratteristica città blu e comprare qualsiasi tipo di spezia esistente. Magico. #3 Santorini Una delle mete più instagrammabili di sempre, e per questo da me s

Ebbene si, torno all'italiano per questa parentesi che ho lasciato in sospeso da troppo tempo. Posso sfruttare FINALMENTE questa uggiosa giornata sotto le coperte dato che sono in malattia ( don't worry, solo preso freddo) e cosa c'è di meglio di un po' di cinismo e amarezza per iniziare un'altra fantastica settimana del 2020??? Bene, cominciamo! TOP TEN BIO DI TINDER 👅💓😏   #10 IL NEGAZIONISTA "Non mi piace viaggiare". "Non mi piace il mare". "Non mi piace fare foto". Pensi "WOW, lui si che è anticonformista", poi sfogli le foto e trovi occhiali da sole, petto nudo e cocktail in mano. Ok, swipe left. #9 IL NOSTALGICO "La ClAsSe NoN è aCqUa Ma VoDkA aLlA pEsCa" Che dire di più? Chi non l'ha mai scritto scagli il primo like! Ok, swipe left. #8 IL BIMBOMINKIA "Rap/drink/fotteunca" Mi spiace, ma la nuova scena trap mi fa proprio seccare tutto. Ok, swipe left. #7 IL SIMPATICONE "Sportivo (nel senso c

                                                                                                             Milan, August 2, 2020                                                                                                                                                                09:25 am   Buongiorno da Milano. Today the sky is partilly cloudy. I was expecting the rain... I needed some rain. Yesterday I felt so bad, so negative, so powerless. The rain washes everything away, pain, fears, doubts, sadness. But it didn't. Yet. Today I feel I need to write down my thoughts to relax, to discharge all the stress and negative vibes I have. I've never ended my lockdown. Yes, of course I go out once or twice a week, but my life is still the same: wake up early, turn on the laptop, work, quick lunch, work, turn off the laptop, workout, eat, sleep. Is this life? Do you feel alive? Yesterday I had a bad day. I planned everything, I wanted some time for myself, I booked an afterno

Hinterland of Milan (Italy),  Sunday 17th May 2020 Another bad week is finally gone. Trust me, this week was AWFUL. I don't want to bother you, but for the first time in 29 years I really felt disappointed of being a woman. Why? I know, I've worked a lot on myself, I started loving myself the way I am and I'm my biggest fan,  but sometimes you've to face the fact that, with a dick everything would be much easier. You're driving? You're doing it wrong, 'cause you're a woman. You want a promotion? Please, get married or buy another cat. You want to buy your own house? So you're single, right? No man? Just you? You want to travel the world? Watch out, it's dangerous for a girl out there. I could continue for hours. In my case, I'm litterally fighting for my own right to have my apartment ready asap. What's the problem? Well, the problem is that since I'm a young girl I can be "paused" instead other "male" clients can

Hello my people, in this rainy day I'm about to write some words regarding  how this lockdown is increasing violence and discourtesy on social media. I'm very upset right now 'cause it's the third time in a day that I have to  EXPLAIN and JUSTIFY  why I feel uncomfortable and embarassed to some strangers on IG. I'm used to post lots of self portraits, more or less artistic, regarding my life and my passions, I don't care what people might think: it makes me happy and I do it. Well, as I wrote, I received several DMs in a day, where some dudes, in a very aggressive and sexual explicit way, judged my pics and myself, simply but putting a label on me and being proud of it. I had to explain that it's NOT CUTE to receive some kind of messages and it's very IMPOLITE to write aggressive judgement to somobody you don't even know but pretend you do. I do not belong to you just because I publish something about my everyday life. I think people p

Hello everybody! The sun is shining here in Milan, Spring has come and birds are singing. Isn't it great, right? No, it's not. 'Cause we're all locked in our two-room apartments, very comfortable and functional but too small for a pandemic , that's for sure. So here's what is happening in mine. We're four, cat included of course. No doors, except the one of the toilet (thank God!), because my parent's bedroom has a door but it has become a sort of coat tree , while my room, which works also as living room and dining room (and you guess why I'm losing my mind?) has no door. Oh, I forget: if you want to go to the kitchen, you have to cross MY room ad yes, in my room there is the only television of the entire apartment. Isn't it lovely? We need space. We need boundaries to survive. I realized that while doing my smart working this morning. Out of the blue, my father started to sing. He never did that. Never. I was shocked.

Good morning everyone, How's the quarantine? Boring right? Well, today's topic is an open question to all of you, feel free to answer if you want :) Everything started from this quote of the one and only Coco Chanel. Yesterday, my friends and I were on Skype updating each other, since I haven't heard them for sooo long. As always, we left some time for "girls stuff" and by that I mean boys : so E. revealed she's fantasizing about her new colleague, V. told us everything about her love trip to Prague with her boyfriend (?) and I, well, simply expressed my extreme frustration and disappointment, due to my last love affair, or sort of. Anyway, they patiently listened to my mishap, till, after some embarrassing silence, I stated: I'm sick and tired of taking what I'm getting ! I deserve more than that, I'm better than that. Marilyn would have agreed, right? We spend our time justifying those men who can't satisfy our needs, who

Here we are, all locked out in our houses,  small apartments or two floor villas. With or without company. Surrounded by our loved ones or perfect strangers. Learning fast, how to spend time with ourselves. Isn't it strange? In 2020 our biggest fear appeares to be being alone in a pandemic:  scary right? Being forces to pretend that you like yourself, you like being alone, you like reading books,  you like training in front of a computer or asking Alexa a good movie to watch. But what are we waiting for? Do we really need a pandemic to understand how precious our time is? How much do we have to love ourselves and our interests and passions first? Well,  I've worked hard in the past to develop my confidence, my selflove. It was painful, spending time alone, in an empty house, without family and friends there, ready to talk to you or even to fight for no reason. I remember that time. I've never felt so lonely. But time encouraged me to work on