My life story
Ages 2-10: The Blank Slate Era. I existed, breathed, and probably ate some food, but my brain decided not to keep any receipts.
Ages 10-19: The Injury Collector Era. I discovered I was a very fast runner and really good at playing rugby, almost going pro, until I was injured more times than I can count. Weekends disappeared into FIFA tournaments with friends fueled by pizza and laughter. Summers in Liguria, Italy meant professional water pruning and questionable consumption of ice cream and focaccia.
Ages 19-21: The New York Era. I moved from a tiny Italian town to Manhattan with an English vocabulary consisting of "Hello" and "OK." I enrolled in language school by day and convinced an event planning company that enthusiastic nodding was an employable skill. I collected rooftop views while my brain frantically rewired itself to process this strange new tongue.
Ages 21-29: I relocated to Rome, Italy for university, immediately earning an F-grade on my first English essay and a writing center membership. I transformed speech anxiety into the university's biggest public speaking club, then into a start-up running public speaking workshops for corporations and universities. I pursued a master's degree at Trinity College Dublin just as the pandemic reduced education to staring contests with Zoom rectangles.
Ages 29-31: Not sure what to do next, I launched a podcast delivering fresh, no-nonsense takes on sports called Dreamerspro, that somehow attracted over 100M views and over $500K in yearly revenue.
Ages 31+: (Wow I am already 31, I can't believe it).To be honest, I'm still searching for my life's path and, more importantly, my life's work.
I don't know what lies ahead of me, but I know that a simple life spent with a wife and kids I love, in a beautiful place (my happy place) I can call home, with plenty of time outdoors with friends and focusing on work that feels meaningful and important to me, work that has a positive impact on other people, is all I truly want.
