At 7.50am this morning of xx yrs ago a(nother) crazy Italian was born: me.
I thought it would be good to show my face for once as I don’t normally post selfies and it’s not easy for my fellow photographer to take my portrait either. So here you are, it might well be a temorary post 😁😁😁
As this decade fades, with an hand on my heart I can say: what a life so far..
I lived in 3 different cities and in 2 different countries, I moved into and out about 15 houses, I visited 35 countries across 4 continents. I graduated in economics and taught at the same university
as visiting lecturer (twice! and will go back this March). I worked (my ass off), had several promotions and consequent salary increases, often managing people twice my age.
I survived political battles and corporate bulls**ts. I grew professionally and personally and as planned I achieved ALL the professional goals I had set for myself for this date, my 30th birthday.
I loved, oh god, I loved so much. 3 people only (at different times of course), but man,
I did. Intensely, furiously, profoundly… and I was loved Intensely, furiously, profoundly…
Friends have come and go.. and I left people behind too.. and the ones by my side now are the best ones I ever had.
I’ve changed, I matured, I cried, I suffered, I touched the bottom (many times), I screamed. I hated (one person only).
I loved my life. I hated it too.
But I always lived it so intensely.
I am here
And I am happy