Life updates, minimalism, and chasing dreams at full speed.
Buongiorno a tutti.
I know… it’s been a long time since we last talked. The longest silence so far.
I’ve been writing a lot lately, mostly to remember my feelings, to hold onto what I was living through. But I never finalized anything. I keep these open documents like tiny memory jars, gentle reminders to finish my stories someday.
Right now, I’m on a fast train from Milano to Roma, watching the landscape blur as I sip my coffee. I came back to Italy five days ago. Besides taking an exam, I mostly slept, breathed, meditated, listened to my body, and tried to catch up on the endless to-do lists that keep piling up.
I’m heading to Roma for two weeks, for work, before I fly back to Copenhagen to finish my internship and continue some of the projects I started there.
When I was little and adults asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always: “I want to be busy.”
And somehow, it became true.
These days, I have the schedule of a tech CEO but the salary of an accountant. I’m joking… but not entirely. I’m working hard for my future, and while the money hasn’t come yet, my biggest motivation has never been financial. It’s something deeper: an inner need to find alternative ways to live.
I’ve never fit into the ordinary. I say this with both pride and fear, because not fitting in isn’t always easy. I’ve had to invent ways to make things work — and somehow, I always do. But the sacrifices are real.
Now, I’m slowly learning how to prioritize myself above all else. For too long, I lived with a “work until you crash” mindset. Now, I’m softer with myself. Maybe that comes with age — realizing that your body is the most important thing you’ll ever have.
I’m fascinated by how life unfolds. We start with a small dream, a single step, and then somehow, we master it.
When I first decided to keep working in Denmark while starting a full-time university in Italy, it was born out of desperation. I didn’t see another solution. But slowly, I became better at managing it all.
Now, I’ve expanded my work and my reach — I work in Italy, Germany, and Denmark, juggling projects, clients, and myself. And honestly? I’ve become really fucking good at managing it.
With resilience and ambition, you can do almost anything, as long as life gives you the chance to chase your dreams.
I take so much pride in this: in how I keep expanding my limits, in how I grow each time, in how I keep saying yes to life even when it feels impossible.
Right now, with an office job, multiple projects, and my old job still lingering in the mix, my life feels beautifully chaotic. Charming, even.
I’m in love with it. I’m healing. I’m attracting the right people, the right energies, and I feel lucky to be alive. I try to give back as much as I receive.
If there’s one thing I want to recommend, and I can’t stress this enough, it’s minimalism.
We don’t need much. We need experiences and a few good, meaningful things.
I used to be the opposite — a person who needed her house filled with stuff. Clothes, objects, furniture… endless things to clean, arrange, and worry about.
When I moved to Italy, I had to decide what to keep and what to let go of. In the first few months, I sold 80% of my wardrobe just to make extra money. And with that, I learned something powerful: I don’t actually need that much.
I applied the 80/20 rule and embraced minimalism fully — to make my life lighter, freer, softer. And it worked.
I can’t tell you how liberating it is to own fewer things, to stop being trapped by objects, to actually use and love what you have. Boycott overconsumption. Boycott the trap of capitalism. Keep only what’s necessary, buy local, invest in quality, and sell the rest.
Next time you’re out there in the shopping jungle, ask yourself three times: do I really need this?
I haven’t bought a single piece of clothing in more than a year, and I feel amazing. I’ve built a personal connection with my wardrobe. I know each piece, and I feel more myself wearing them because they’ve been with me through so much.
I do need a new winter jacket, though — and I’ll take my time choosing the perfect one.
What started as a desperate way to make pocket money — selling my clothes — has become part of who I am. I used to joke with my mother that by the time I finish this degree, I won’t have anything left to wear when I go to pick up my diploma.
Huge transformations have happened over just the last two or three years. I’ve learned to give my attention to what matters, to free myself from unnecessary clutter, to let my wings grow and reach unthinkable limits.
This last month in Copenhagen was the most intense period of my life. Between a full-time office job and a full-time restaurant job, I pushed myself harder than ever before. And as exhausting as it was, I loved it. It built a deep trust in my own strength, a quiet confidence that I can do hard things.
I guess it’s written in my zodiac somewhere: I love challenges.
This post is already too long, so I’ll stop here for now. I’ll come back with what I’ve learned these past months, and a few other unfinished stories I want to share with you.
A presto.
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