You’re looking for a job.
Lately, it’s been one of the worst times to find a job, but you are determined more than ever. You are skimming through the thousands of job ads, soring your eyes in front of a screen, until you finally get the first reply. Yeah!
You feel excited. Then you remember something. As if things weren’t hard enough, you realize that the interview will happen on video.
A chill runs down your spine.
We all know that it’s fundamental to prepare well, know the company inside out. Read several times the description of the job position, and be sure to be the best fit. …
I understand what you mean, but this sentence makes sense only in Italian. That’s what my boyfriend told me after reading the draft of my first article.
I joined Medium in April this year, but I published my first article at the end of October. Why did it take me so long?
Fear of not being good enough at writing. Fear made worse by having to write in English. Hey, I don’t even know if I’m a decent writer in Italian. Now I’m even setting myself the goal of doing it in another language?
After two months on this platform, I regret not having started earlier. …
Three, two, one, Happy new year!
It was noon on January 1, 2020. I dragged myself out of bed with my head pounding. Not the best way to start a day, but I was happy. I felt electric. I said to myself that this year would change things. After I had recovered from my hangover, I wrote down my intentions on a napkin.
2021 hits differently.
The idea of taking time to make good resolutions for this New Year hurts me. I’m one of those people who, when they don’t accomplish their goals, get heavily demoralized.
But if 2020 taught us something, it’s that we can’t fully control everything. We cannot predict our working and social future. That’s a bummer. But one thing is left to us. We can work on what’s in our power. …
Have you ever experienced writer’s block? I hope so. Otherwise, I would feel like an outcast. I’m only in my second month on Medium, and while trying to publish articles regularly, sometimes I find myself without ideas.
When this happens, I tend to compare myself to prolific writers who publish 2–3 stories a day, and I wonder how they do it. Aliens! For me, every article requires a lot of commitment. I always think that I have already written the best ones, that I have already said everything I wanted to say.
But the words of the writer, screenwriter, and playwright Tony Kushner relieve…
I’ve tried them all—the ideal morning routines.
I swear I’ve tested on my skin all the practices I should do when I wake up to feel like a balanced person.
Since I’ve always been looking for a way to improve myself, I tried cold showers, meditation, smoothies, yoga, running, reading, writing, and painting.
None of these habits could stay with me for more than a few months. I hated them all. I’d rather start the day with something I like. At least the first half-hour of my day, I would love to bathe in pure bliss. Discouraged, thinking that those habits weren’t for me, I discovered the secret. …
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, according to a popular Christmas song, but that’s not true. Not for everyone. For people like me who suffer from Winter Blues, it’s the most depressing time of the year.
Every year it comes on time. I’m not talking about Santa coming down the chimney, I’m talking about my seasonal disorder.
It starts slowly. I want to spend more time in bed. My warm and cozy bed beats hands down the cold that’s waiting for me outside.
I keep telling myself it’s natural until one day it’s not, and it gets out of hand.
I find myself wandering like a zombie between the sofa and the bed. It becomes challenging to do a simple action like take a shower, let alone continue with my good habits. …
You’ve started a new relationship, everything is perfect. Your partner is caring, wants to spend time with you, covers you with thoughtful gifts. This is the right one, you’re thinking to yourself. Finally! No more dating apps, no more awkward first dates, you found it.
Fast forward to a year later. You’re on your bed crying and feeding exclusively on Hot Cheetos for the past week. You’ve got orange-tinted mouth corners, and you wonder how you didn’t notice before what person they really were.
The problem is this, though, and they weren’t that horrible person at first.
You weren’t blinded by love. They changed. …
A few days ago, I had a video call with a friend of mine from college. We hadn’t talked in a few months, but I was aware of his amazing life from his posts.
Less than five minutes into the conversation, he started crying. He shattered into thousands of little pieces in front of me. I couldn’t understand. He seemed to had a perfect life. Working at a famous international advertising agency, making business trips, meeting celebrities regularly.
I didn’t know that he was paid €300 a month for 60 hours of work a week (not very legal). He told me how much he hates his job, how his colleagues kept assigning him meaningless tasks, how he couldn’t hold on anymore. …
In recent months, the German discount Lidl has started to sell sneakers with its brand on at €12.99. In a matter of hours, people were auctioning them on eBay for thousands of euros.
This was the beginning of a chain reaction that led the shoes to be sold out everywhere. People queued for hours in front of supermarkets to have a chance to buy at least one pair to resell on eBay. It quickly became an absolute cult in the world of sneakers addict.
Hello everyone! I’m Rachele and I am 24 years old!
I was born and raised in a small seaside town in Liguria, Italy.
My parents — funny story — met 35 years ago at the Oktoberfest. My father was born in Mexico and grew up in California. My mother was born in a small town in northern Italy and then went to live in London in her 20s.
I have a brother who is 9 years older than me, he’s a chef on sailboats, and constantly travels around the world.