Call it a thing

About an hour ago I was watching an American series in bed, just about to call it a night when suddenly all that Cheeky Monkey ice cream hit my unpredictable brain. There I was: getting up and on my way to the desk, without any clue about what I was doing, which is basically a résume of most of my actions in life.

No, not planning my first presentation for next Wednesday, or finishing my 1500 words essay, no. Instead, I thought "let's start a blog" - to which my inner self immediately answered: "let's do it".

Don't expect me to know what am I writing to you about, because honestly nor even I know. There's only one thing you can expect from me: I'll be fully honest with you guys. It's going to be Me in its pure sense. 

And there's a reason for that: I am sick of not feeling true. I am sick of trying to shape in a society that we create in our heads, I am sick of being a slave to the limitations I impose myself, and I'm sick I haven't been able to change that yet. For two years I haven't said more than 4/5 slang words per month on average - not that I used to before - it's just that I don't like it, which clearly doesn't mean that they can't come out from my mouth once in a while. But I've noticed that every time I say something I want in the moment, like 'shit' of 'fuck' for instance, people judge me like "this is not who you are" - *bad vibes*. I'm gonna be me. No mascara, no filter, "no armor, no faking" (Sex and the City). If there's something I have really learnt in these past months is that things are in constant change, and having the ability to embrace that change is a very useful tool. Besides, we all have that tool, it's just a matter to learn how to use it I guess. If you made it until here, I inform you that this we'll probably be like a storyteller blog - better not allow under 13 to read it, just in case 🤪 - I really hope you pass by more often. And don't forget to sign your e-mail to know every time a new post comes out (no spam I promise).

xx.