Success is not a landmark, it’s a state of mind that manifests into all levels of ourselves, emotional, romantic, financial, spiritual. The highway of success is based on survival skills. Bulletproof methods of growth — whatever it takes, no matter what — created and verified by survivors throughout the ages, in all cultures, genders, and age groups.
Success is a process that does not differ from goal setting, in the sense that we did not get to the moon by looking up, not even taking small steps in its direction.
The action of going to the moon was intrinsic to…
This time of day tomorrow, I will be lying naked on my back (I asked) on a surgery table with a probably blue medical hat over my hair. No make-up but they agreed to apply moisturizer on my cheeks. I have very dry skin.
I just printed all the legal documents. And read them too. What to do with my organs. What are my sedation choices should my condition be beyond hope and the pain unbearable. Do I agree to being unplugged if my brain is permanently damaged and I can’t communicate with my close ones?
I also cleaned my…
What’s self-improvement? Something that makes you click that follow button? Worship the author? Or a story you forget to clap? While you get busy applying it to your personality, your values, your situation. Something that makes you feel special, and empowered.
Our lives are designed by the blood flow in our brains. The way the oxygen is distributed into its different areas shapes our decisions. The person who masters your cerebral blood flow is the one who masters your life. More than often, that person is not you.
Our identity is not necessary for our survival. The parts of our…
Every month, around the 3rd, I treat myself to a delightful Earl Grey tea in a fancy patisserie, with my fun earned Medium money. Sometimes I can afford milk, sometimes I just go for an expresso around the corner. The joy of getting paid for something I would have done anyway is never wasted.
Every now and then I read a complaint, or a long list of calculations, about the Medium algorithm. And how to crack it.
My body recoils, I swipe left, right, north, south, whatever…
I don’t want to know!
This lack of curiosity intrigued me at first…
What if I told you that anything is possible? That you can regain the same wild energy as the minute you came into this world? That whatever happened to you can be undone?
A few weeks ago, I was lying on the floor, home alone, safe from unexpected visitors.
The sun had long set but lights and screens were still turned off. I was thinking or rather triggered back, once again, to the night that shattered my life.
Or so I thought.
Until a silly idea crossed my mind. I dared myself to imagine a different past. …
I was doing okay.
Surviving Christmas and bracing up for Father’s Day.
But the virus hit one of my uncles.
Although I thought twice.
Made the wrong decision.
Sent a short email.
To my father.
My condolences. For his loss.
We had not spoken in a few years.
After he had told me to please kill myself,
I thought it was only fair
To keep a safe distance.
I had only said: “daddy, I am not a child anymore”.
“You can ask but I don’t have to obey”.
But the problem with incest.
Is you never stop loving.
A long time ago, in 2018, I met a man who seemed interested in knowing me: he took me to bed.
He was my age, wore clean clothes, didn’t owe money, didn’t do drugs, was really divorced, had had a vasectomy.
I was reluctant to see him again. I am not used to not being used.
He insisted. I consented.
Again we met. Again for coffee. He said it hurt him to look at my hands, could he please offer me a manicure?
We went to his place, it was different by day. …
Each time I get a negative biopsy result. Each time I hit the brakes in time. Every evening I come home, every morning I wake up, I know the time will come when we are not that lucky.
Life is my Lover.
Whatever time Life knocks on my door, I am ready. I don’t have to worry about what I wear. I wear my prettiest clothes always.
Life is my lover.
I change the colors, I change the paintings, I change the furniture. Everything is not new, but everything is in harmony.
I am in love with Life and Life…
It’s been a few weeks now, or maybe it started before I noticed it myself?
I thought it was just a crush but it’s starting to take a toll. As it wakes me up at night.
A few times. To grab my phone in case you have posted recent content.
Clap 50. Go back to sleep.
I want to be the first. Or at the least, the first 50. So you notice. Me.
But before I read your stories, I drink tons of coffee. Sharpens my mind for the highlighting game.
To avoid blending in, I only highlight what does…
Yesterday I got coronamarleyed (an ex-ex-ex-ex-ex tried to make contact). Not the first one, mind you. But Luciano, I still like.
I started flirting back. But deleted the message. Decided to sleep on it instead. I didn’t. Sleep.
No obvious reason though.
Sure, there’s a pandemic and the rent is due. But I still have electricity and water. And WiFi. And my cat.
Obviously, I didn’t wake-up this morning but I did, eventually, reach out for the phone. Check if it was confinement late enough to get up.
Probably was: I curled back under the blankets. And wondered how it…