Ladybirds 🐞 luck

It’s raining, there’s a weather alert and trains will be delayed due to speed reductions caused by strong winds.
I have to stop before going to work to drop off few things to an ex-colleague so I’m leaving on the earlier train,or so I thought.

I’m incredibily on time, even if I added extra time on my breakfast to make a parsnip lactose-free milkshake; i don’t want to take chances so I decide to almost run downhill to the station, my long beautiful earrings giggling in my ears until… I’m there: the stairs to my platform are in front of me.

As I take the first step I notice it: one earring doesn’t sound anymore.


They were a gift, really like them, like properly adore those material gold circles.

I don’t even think about: I just turn around and retrace my steps looking down to the pavement as if I were looking for a treasure. Well it was for me.

No luck today, the amount of ladybirds (or ladybugs, if you like) living in my room doesn’t matter. Or maybe it would if I stop to kill them accidentally…

I walk back to the station, sad and wet.

The train I wanted to take was on time, but the later one was delayed, of course!

Waiting on the platform I pad myself as if I was a police officer during a body search: maybe the earring got stuck on my jumper or my scarf.

Ha ha ha. No such luck.

I lesson learned: ladybirds DO NOT bring luck I’m sure.

In all this my travel mug decided to start spilling all over my bag.

 I repeat it: ladybirds DO NOT bring luck.


It happened: my life has changed

There is a tiny moment in your life when you realise something important out of the blue: it’s called epiphany.

Mine arrived yesterday as I found myself in my living room jumping up and down to inflate a pink yoga ball. The colour is important because I HATE pink. Maybe hate is a feeling too strong for a colour, but I genuinely dislike it, especially in that girly bright shade I associate with Barbie.

This pink: 

Yet it appears that all my gym kit components are pink: women fitness clothing and sale are clearing responsible for this tragedy 😉

Back to the point: I was sad as my yoga class was cancelled so on my way home I decided I was gonna do anyway few sun salutation.

“I own a yoga mat and I have nothing to do” – first bell ringing: myself one year ago would just turn the TV on if she’d found some free time on my hand.

Home: it’s warm and the sofa is there tempting me. Nothing. I just get changed into comfortable trousers.

Suddenly I found myself on the floor.

No, I didn’t faint.

I just remembered I bought a yoga ball when I moved into my flat and that I stored it under the bed, somewhere.

I open the packet excited as it was a surprise (well was kind of it), light in my eyes. The pump was there, fine, and underneath there it was:

a PINK rubber surface looking like a flattened balloon… 

Twenty minutes, few fights with the pump and few lost balances later I did it: I had my yogaball ready!

Satisfied and pleased I began my practice and while I was with my legs up the wall it struck me:

  • the 29 year old Elena would have never done it without a teacher or an app telling her what to do and would have felt awkward and fatigued
  • the 28 year old leaving in Italy Elena would have never ever picked up yoga nor left herself the time to be mindful

Brighton changed me and gave me the gift of precious free time.

Yoga changed the way I related to my body and my time. And I feel blessed and lucky 🍀 

InBreve, an evening with short theatrical plays

I live in a small town and I’m always complaining that there’s nothing interesting to do, but that’s not true: I’m so used to that idea that even if there’s something interesting during the week usually I just lay on the sofa at home.
Last Thursday I decided to take a chance ant I went with a friend to our local Arci Club in the centre, the Aurora, to see what I thought to be a play following a Facebook invite by a friend. Imagine my surprise when, arrived there, I discovered that was inBreve, a contest of short theatrical plays! Continue reading