feisty mind

Between real and magic, I am oh-so many things: aspiring author, witch, mother, sportswoman, ambitious corporate professional, feminine bitch, slightly crazy.

So this is not a perfectly curated life here, it’s messy. Some of us were not, indeed, built for still waters.

Here I lay it all down (or almost all): the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.

Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.

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  • An essay on love

    You have to make peace with the fact that, sometimes, people don’t do it on purpose. They can love you and still hurt you, not because of you or something you did, but because of their nature. And although they can still love you, I wonder if they love you less. If that is the…

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  • Choosing tools

    When this idea started some weeks ago I thought that Microsoft Word was enough. Then came a 50-page Word document with everything – an explosion of unformatted words, pictures and project tables. Going forward, it will be impossible to manage. I have only 8 chapters lined up (already for a month) and can not find…

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  • News News

    Well, it’s my birthday!Not really a newsflash per se. But it’s good to know. The news is that I am now the proud owner of a second-hand computer, where my creativity can fly. I can also separate my daytime job from my night-time job. I can also use all tools available to me to support…

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  • Not all cried out

    Sometimes I sit in silence and cry for her. Have this need to cry for all the love she did not get, for the abandonment nights, for the neglect of her feelings. Need to cry for every time she thought it was her fault, she had needs that could not be met. For all the…

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  • Poetry

    We knew how this would end What it would cost us And we did anyway We played with fire and we both got burned The friendship we had before is gone Buried in the ashes of the mess we made This is the price we pay for lust But it was so much more than…

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  • Words matter

    I was very young, barely 13 years old, when I overheard comments about my body, my allegedly lifestyle, my teenage choices. Hurtful, malicious words spread out by people that should love me unconditionally. And that was the worst of it. If they thought that about me, what would strangers think? The self-loathing that followed was…

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  • I will not apologize

    But I will do better by myself. And that’s really all I can do.

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  • One chapter down

    And another fifty (or so) to go… But for today, I am celebrating! One chapter fully written; 2144 words of it. Just not sure how I feel about it, to be honest. Every time I read what I wrote, it feels like crap. Not good enough. Weird sentences. Strange expression, doubts. But I am letting…

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  • Corporate life

    Nothing kills your creativity more than sitting in a room under A/C and artificial light, in from of power point presentations during 8h. I am generally happy with my career. It’s a pretty successful one and I am very good at what I do. But on days like today, where they suck the life out…

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  • Currently reading

    For the Fans by Nyla K. The book left me empty hearted by the end. And it should have not, considering it should have been a light reading and it is, after all, a spice book. Not going to enter in this wasp nest of discussing spice, but there is a difference between books with…

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