Meditation. Claiming your right to not give a shit.

girl meditating on a rock in the middle of a river
Last week marked the beginning of my 3rd month as a meditation and mindfulness student.
And although two months is definitely not long enough for me to be able to lecture you on the life-changing benefits of meditation, it is a long enough time for me to tell you how much it’s fucked me up. Oooh yes.

To me, meditation used to be associated to the 4 following things:

  • Vegans
  • Hippies
  • Denial
  • My ex’s existential crisis after we broke up

The mere mention of meditation would make me cringe instantly and have me nodding politely until the one way conversation was over. Basically the same reaction as if a teenager started talking to me about witchcraft.

Last year, I was head down busy with the build of my startup, dedicating my whole time, brain, energy, soul to making shit happen. I felt powerful and super kickarse, yet I could feel my wings slowly burning and my doubts gradually creeping. Having relentlessly chased a dream to “be someone“, I ended up barely recognising the person staring back in the mirror.

Eventually, things unexpectedly turned upside down. I lost a friend and, with that, my faith in life. Nothing made sense anymore. At all. And I had/have never felt this empty and cheated – by the world, by life, by myself – in my whole existence.

Sunset on a pebble beach
One day, Dan asked me what I wished for Christmas. “A better life” I muttered, smothered in a blanket of tears and disbelief I had rarely left for the past three months. Regardless, Dan kept asking, and his perseverance triggered a vague something that eventually turned into an idea:
“About that Christmas present. How about a better life balance?”

He stared, incredulous.

“I’m serious.”, I said.

A few weeks of research later and, on Christmas Day, Dan gifted me the following:

  • A book, Mindfulness Meditation which, so far, is a long-term eye opener. I reached the part where the actual meditation begins a few weeks ago, but am so scared of not being up to it and giving up that I keep delaying it. Moron. So, more on the book once I’ve actually started the exercise.
  • And an app, Headspace, a modern-life-friendly way to get into meditation (hell, it’s an app!), which was strongly recommended to Dan by a friend of his – a highly creative and talented person who suffers from anxiety. The app takes you through the foundations of meditation before letting you choose your own areas of focus: creativity, productivity, relationships, sleep, stress, etc. After completing the foundation course, I chose to delve into the self-esteem package, which I am now one week in.

Artwork depicting flows and balance of meditation, yoga and mindfulness.

Here is what I’ve learnt so far about meditation:

No matter how hard you might think it is, it is in fact much harder. Sorry.


I’m not even talking about the thoughts buzzing like raging hornets in your head – that’s the somewhat-amusing-but-actually-frustrating part. What I didn’t know is that meditation has the power to turn you into a temporary but complete wreck. The foundation part left me in such a state that I had to come up with an analogy to explain it to my friends:

You have a house. It looks sturdy on the outside but is a total wreck inside: the foundations are porous and threatening to make it all fall apart at any time. So you get on with the heavy work before it all crumbles: the walls get ripped, the foundations removed.

Now, anyone familiar with Grand Design knows that when someone attempts to lay new foundations, it automatically rains – making it a loooong and tough process for the concrete to set. That’s exactly what my brain felt like, and it left me feeling like such a freak that I got close to contacting the therapists behind the app, just to check if the “side effects” were normal.


Quote from Alice in Wonderland about madness.

You thought meditation was a happy hippy game? So did I, and oh-my-goodness was I wrong. In all honesty, if death hadn’t been part of the equation, I would have probably given up by now – because yes, it is fucking tough. And maybe that’s why it’s an aspect of it people don’t talk about: if I had known how difficult it would be to rewire my brain, I would have probably never started this journey in the first place.

But I’m now in for the long run and, whatever I said at the very beginning, after more than 2 intense months of it, I can already feel that it’s changed my life and the way I look at the world. It opened my eyes on the fact that I am not my thoughts and I am not my feelings, that it is actually possible and okay to not think or feel – something I would have regarded as a denial of my rights only a year ago.

drawing of buddha with caption "let that shit go"

Instead, it empowered me with a whole new right:

The right to not give a shit.

About things that don’t matter to me. About having to say no. Giving me the right to not feel guilty about ridding myself of the poisonous elements in my life. The right to make space for the things that matter. To stop desperately seeking outside validation and to finally, after all these years, pursue my own fulfillment and have the courage to live my life the way I want.

By far the best Christmas present I ever received.

Dan and me in Ubud market, Bali

The Butterfly Effect of Confidence

The Butterfly effect of confidence


Once upon a time, there was a butterfly, somewhere in the world.
And whatever the fuck that butterfly did that day, it provoked a chain reaction of shitty events. Thanks for your input, butterfly.

The consequence? A tsunami of self-doubt.

Crushed confidence carefully paired with thoughts along the lines of “how did I get this whole life thing so wrong?”, a dish I would eat on a daily basis. Add a touch of strong karma belief, and you’ll find yourself stuck in a not-so-helpful logic of “I deserve all of this”.

butterfly brain

You got it, the past few months have acted as a life slap in the face. A slap that took its toll in terms of self-belief, but that also shook me enough to make me grab that chain reaction by the balls and make it go where I want to.

My way.


1. By taking risks

Paradoxically, I’ve decided to get my confidence back by stepping out of my comfort zone, doing what I’m naturally good at. It might sound basic, but the following logic is actually a massive revelation to me:

Do something you’re good at  ->  Feel valued  ->  Build confidence.

Dead fish



2. Having imperfect heroes

Social media platforms are great fun, but they also make the vicious circle of comparison so much more dangerous. You fall into the trap because you feel shit about your life/yourself, and you come out of it feeling even shitter.

Why do we do it to ourselves? I don’t know. But it is a useless habit that I’m working on killing, by focusing on what I do have and replacing my old “heroes”.

One of my new heroes is Tobias Van Schneider – I have a lot of time for the guy. I love reading his newsletters, blog posts, etc., and find his personal journey quite inspiring. But the thing I like the most about him is that he’s openly imperfect.

Tobias Van Schneider, my imperfect hero
Tobias Van Schneider – Photo credit: Dale Pimentel,



Sure, it came as a bit of a shock at first. How can such an influential online writer publish a post with SO MANY TYPOS?? The latest one was so obviously unedited that it felt like a provocation, which made me look at it from another angle and realise:

The sooner I accept my heroes’ imperfections, the sooner I will accept mine.

Nb: this process is more manageable if your hero doesn’t have a “my perfect life” type Instagram account.


3. Listening to my sister

My sister always says, “if you don’t compliment yourself, no one will”.sister
Guess what? Girlfriend’s right: why would we wait for external validation to start feeling good about ourselves? If, like me, you are guilty of such life wasting behaviour, just ask yourself:

Did Beyoncé get where she is by believing she wasn’t good enough?

You know the answer.

You’re good at something? Don’t apologise about it: HONE it. And listen to my sister: always make sure the first person to know about how awesome you are is YOU.


4. Realising that, actually, I’m doing great

Despite what a part of my brain believes, putting pressure on myself will not get me there quicker. Neither will it help me feel better.

Here is the thing: what I’m trying to build at the moment feels as challenging as climbing Mount Everest. Only no one, including myself, would expect me to climb Everest in one go. If I were to climb Everest, I would take the time to stop and look. Look at the distance I have climbed, embrace that newly acquired perspective and let the sense of achievement fill me with pride.

If I do just that, right here, right now, I’ll realise one thing: I’m doing great.


Everest –


To go with all this, I make sure that I surround myself with people that lift me up. People that bring an atmosphere of support and positivity, that leave me feeling energised and inspired. Because nobody’s expecting me to climb Everest on my own, so why should I?

So here is to the people who bring unconditional love, support and kickarse vibes to my life:




heart rain


Startup Life Intro + Fact 1 : Every day is a school day

I do like the sound of the words “I have a startup”. It catches people’s interest pretty much instantly. You can see in their eyes the growing spark of envyand curiosity, that same spark that grows in my eyes whenever I listen to the tales of my freelancer friends.

Just like the idea of freelance work is associated in my head with hooking a Macbook to the wifi of a cool cafe in Ubud, the idea of startup work has been glamorised over the years by, well, Google. When one hears the word “startup”, one’s brain instantly travels to a fantasy world full of hammocks, freebies, awesome open plan office spaces and, obviously, a room dedicated to table tennis and Xbox. Obviously.

no hammocks in my startup
Conference call in 5, guys!
My startup life reveals no sign of such glamour.

Jealous? Of course! But then again, it brutally opened my eyes on a reality that Google has done a brilliant job at flying away from. Here I need to lay flat some factual pieces of my startup life.


One of my favourite things in life is to LEARN. It is pretty much the one thing that keeps me sane and prevents me from getting dead bored.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I was the laziest bastard at school: one of those annoying students that would do their work casually at the last minute and still nail it just above the average mark. Which was great but also turned out to be a bit of a curse – let’s keep that one for another time.


Since I’ve been in employment, I’ve felt the need to master whatever skill or subject I was involved in at the time. Until there was nothing left to learn, at which point I would get bored and simply move on. This is where freelance and startup work tick a massive box in my head: you never stop learning.

I’m fed up with always having to look for answers and things I don’t know about. I’m aways having to learn new systems“, was the confession of a fellow startup worker a few months ago. I was staggered: “why??” I asked, in disbelief. It made me sad. To me, if there ever was a “pros” to outweigh the “cons” of startup work, learning had to be it. I didn’t understand. Sure, being faced pretty much every day with a problem that surpasses one’s understanding can be pretty daunting at times, but the reward is only greater: new skill, new experience and sense of achievement.

victory brad

This is obviously not everybody’s idea of fun and is one that requires a lot of passion, patience and perseverance. I’m not gonna lie, it is exhausting, and my friend’s words were the simple and logical result of that exhaustion (last time I checked, he was still knackered). But surprisingly, it’s that very same unpredictable (knackering) nature that keeps me fired up -sometimes super stressed out and pissed off too- and pushes me to carry on and move forward. For the best way to move forward is to go one step at a time!

I mean, even the founders of Google must have gone through some shit times before being able to enjoy the perks of a super stylish (hipsterish) office, right?

Well, I fucking hope so.

Otherwise I give up.

Next – Fact 2: Never give up.