Creative self expression in whatever form can be exposing and put us in a vulnerable position.  We do not realise that what we share on social media is of everyone use. Well, I didn’t – I naively wanted to believe that no one ever would make any use of what I share of myself.

Yesterday I saw on Face Book someone copied words from my blog and used my black and white photo of the suspension bridge in Bristol on their own post. I reacted very strongly to it, I got angry and I commented on this person post saying she should have put my words in quotation marks and that this was stealing.  I’ve never met this person and I don’t remember how and why we were connected on FB. She then wrote to me apologising, saying that my words resonated and inspired her to write her story.

I write to express myself  and to inspire others so it was nice to hear that I made this impact on her. However, I had to admit to myself that my reaction was strong, it triggered something deep inside me. It felt as if I was stripped of something important.  I don’t own any possessions – creativity is the only thing I’ve got – ideas, words, photography, my voice, the sense of rhythm that moves my body to the music – this is all mine, it’s my home and someone got inside it and stole my belongings.

I am very new to the blogging world and social media is not my strongest side, I don’t twit, I know nothing about private rights and this episode showed me how easy is to steal something virtually. No one even notice because it doesn’t occur in 3D world, nothing gets shattered yet it can impact in the same way as if a burglar smashed your kitchen window. It is a learning curve, maybe it happened to show me my attachment to things in this case to my creativity? It also showed me my ability to let go and forgive and express my feelings with honesty to the person who violated my trust. We clarified it by talking about it in a private message and agreed we would meet for a coffee. Who knows maybe we will even become friends 🙂

Photo by Jemima Marriott. Cropped for this post.

The Anniversary of my 16-years-relationship with London

Today it’s been 16 years since I arrived to London from a small island in Italy where I lived for four years. I had a return ticket within 3 months but I never took that plane back. Full of hopes and with bad English I embarked on this life journey without knowing when it’s going to take me. It was a very curvy road full of bumps, turns, dead end streets, speedy highways and dark roads. Despite how difficult sometimes it was I’m grateful for this city to have given me so many amazing opportunities, for having shaped me into woman that I am today. In these 16 years I had various jobs, lived in many house shares, met many wonderful friends, had many lovers, relationships, found love, lost love, travelled solo, found myself and lost myself hundreds of times, took a degree in psychotherapy, lost the loved ones…the list is endless..I’m so, so grateful for all of it. It feels like I’m writing a goodbye letter to London. Well, perhaps it is. I will keep you posted on my future plans. Love you London! I had to lose you to find you again. This is how it often is. X