FACING FEARS (is not an option)

Well, I must confess that things that scared me most at first, have been then the most successful in my life.

It's very funny how fear precedes success: I suppose that at 40 this should be kind of a sweet awareness which could easily blow doubts away. But the severe eyes of my mind are always wide-open: sometimes awareness fades and eventually I have lack of self confidence.

What a mess and what a waste of time, I know.

I want to talk now about something that to me is extremely important and, once again, it is something that changed my life deeply since first step. It is something that over time reached same importance

THE YEAR THAT CHANGED MY LIFE (still pondering if for the best or for the worst)

It was 2002: exactly fifteen years ago.

It's the second post in a row where I mention numbers: as you can see, I am obsessed with them. I want to make it clear once for all and to the whole world: I really have big issues with maths. I love numbers that occur in life because I am sure they have kind of a hidden meaning (I'm still looking for it) but I can barely count stuff.
I'm honest: I have a problem. If you ask me to count objects, like for example those I have in the shopping basket when I go to the supermarket, I can see them kind of moving and mixing one each other.

THE BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER (and more are yet to come)

Exactly eight years ago, I did the biggest mistake in my life: I put my bum on a plane, leaving London for good.
October, the 17th, 2009.

Yeah. I'm still complaining about that stupid and meaningless decision. I have spent each damn day of these eight years driving myself crazy about that, and wondering about the reason why of that wrong choice. Well, answer is now quite simple: I did not feel well with myself while I was living there. Only later I understood how I do not feel well with myself anywhere.