I have written this article in my head at least 1000 times in the last 27 days. Yet, when I tried to open the macbook, I couldn't. I ardently wish to write an article in memory of my father so that even those of you who never knew him would know him because this blog exists first and foremost thanks to himwho for 33 years believed in me even when I did not and spurred me on until the last second not to settle for a life that was not tailor-made for me. Every success of mine is his, yesterday, today and tomorrow. And this pain that I carry inside me hour after hour, which almost prevents me from breathing, I hope from the bottom of my heart will turn into courage to go on being a better and better person. Talking about my father means talking about me: he and I were, are and will always be one, one soul with two hearts beating in unison. Even now, wherever he is.

My father died of the most bastard cancer of all, metastatic melanoma, on 18 December, 14 months after his diagnosis and after fighting like a lion until his last 2 days. I will never forget when my father told me about the diagnosis at Grandma's house. Just as I will never forget the series of more or less huge screw-ups I did in the months immediately following (and which I am still paying for) in order to shy away from those words 'it is a tumour that leaves no escape'. I would have traded all my remaining years to have even one with him being well, to spend every moment together doing what we loved to do: dreaming. My father taught me that "if you can dream it, you can do it'.That I have no limits except those I set for myself. That I have no walls in front of my possibilities except those that I put up myself. That I can be everything or nothing, and that this depends only on me. My father taught me that the impossible does not exist and that each goal only depends on our 'forma mentis', our will, from thecommitment we put in to reach it and by our ability to persevere in the face of nay-sayers and failures that by nature belong to us. My father, who after having his leg amputated at the end of June, came to me with his prosthesis in August after only a week of using it, and he was so good he couldn't believe it... Besides, coming to me is more difficult for a person with limited mobility because you also have to get on the ferry. But he wanted at all costs to spend August bank holiday together, at my house, and he believed it. I confess that in those days even my mother and I believed it, that he could live a few more years with that monster inside him. Of course, five years after diagnosis, there are not even 5% of sufferers still alive. But my father is different from everyone, he is my superherohe can do it... that's what I thought. Today I say fortunately he stuck his neck out and came, that I uncorked the last bottle of Dom Perignon 2004 which excited usThat I cooked all his favourite dishes, that we swam together in the pool embracing. Because those five days in August in this house are the last happy memories I have of him and me.

My father was a gentleman not only for the way he held his fork while eating, but for his attitude towards life and people. My father taught me not to get angry and complain about daily injusticesnot to raise your voice, not to throw down the phone, to always seek dialogue before confrontationto respect the rules of our society, to have a strong sense of civic duty, not to get drunk, not to pay in the Roman fashion, never to betray the trust of a companion or friend, to confront only myself, to have stoic patience, to praise the good work of others, never to show up at someone's house without a good bottle, not to take offence, to read a lot, to ignore criticism (since criticism almost always comes from those who are on a lower level than me and are consumed with envy), to always explain why I make every choice, to appreciate silence more than superfluous words, to not gossip or attract it, to not check up on people or their technological objects, to not listen to conversations to which I am not invited, to not swear or curse, to respect those who have different ideas from mine since it is a great asset to me, to always believe in the future even when they tell you there is no futureto believe that the 'White Mill' family exists and is something to aspire to, even if Rosita and Banderas don't actually live there. My father taught me all these things, although I have not always lived up to his values because last year I was so unhappy that I lost my patience and, those who know me well, know that I have an - almost - industrial amount of it. In November, however, I chose, for his sake, to come 'back to me' and This year I intend to complete this process.

That is why I decided to write from the heart these 8 good resolutions for 2019 and to dedicate them to him. With the aim of succeeding, within my limits as a human being, to to be the daughter that such an extraordinary and unusual man deserved.

Good resolutions for 2019 #1: Do today what I could do tomorrow

Those who know me well know that I am the embodiment of the ZEN spirit. Nothing shakes me. Nothing moves me. Nothing unnerves me. Everything can be done, possibly in five minutes. Or rather 10, the ideal is to think about it tomorrow. I am not a procrastinator per se, in fact I always complete my commitments on time, except for a few cases of nuclear reactors exploding south of my back. But I am not in a hurry, never. I am not in a hurry even if the ferry is about to leave, I will take one later. I have more trains missed on my CV than wines tasted, and that's saying something. Besides, who's to say that that missed train didn't actually turn into a wonderful opportunity? I'm sure you've seen Sliding Doors too. In high school I fell in love with Leibniz and his theories about the reality we see and do not see, about what lies beyond the door. Every day we make choices that inevitably change the course of our lives and we are not given to know what this actually entails. The joys and sorrows of free will some people say, but in reality it is much more complex because each of our actions opens and closes a series of paths for a whole series of other people who are directly or indirectly affected by it. I believe that every human being is connected to all others, even beyond the six degrees of separation. My every action affects the life of every inhabitant of the planet, albeit as a distant echo. This is not presumptuousness: I am affected in the same way. I have a patience and endurance in pursuing everything that is unthinkable for 99% of the world's population, of that I am absolutely certain. And that is how I can achieve anything I want, provided I am given the time to do so.

Good resolutions for 2019 #2: Getting fit in body and mind

Ah, how much my dad cared about this! He used to tell me: I made such a beautiful woman that it's a shame she fights with the scales every other year. And indeed between 2017 and 2018 I gained a lot of weight due to my inability to immediately get rid of a particularly toxic person who devastated me in every respect. However, I am happy that my father was alive enough to know that I closed the chapter, because he cared about that too. One virtue of mine is definitely that I never blame boundary conditions for my shortcomings, but as the full architect of my own destiny I am proud of my achievements and aware of my mistakes. On the other hand, talking to people close to me, I notice that this quality of mine is very rare: when they do not achieve the desired result or something does not go as they had planned, it is always the fault of the neighbour, the state, the government, the weather, the cat, you name it! Frankly, the mere idea that what I do in my life depends on something external to me terrifies me, which is why I prefer to take responsibility for both the successes and failures I achieve. The point is simple: if it is my responsibility, I can control the outcome. E if it is something in my power, I can get it. Everything is a function of my own willingness and ability to adjust if I do not achieve the desired result. Very well then! I have decided that I must lose 16 kg by 8 May, i.e. by my 34th birthday, and regain my fitness weight, which is synonymous with both Beauty and Health. Taking care of your appearance is not something that denotes superficiality, far from it: is a caress to one's self-esteem. We are an inside and an outside, and our outside is a reflection of what we are insidewhether we like it or not. And I am not talking about 'physiognomy' or those bodily characteristics that have been 'imposed' on us from birth (shape of the nose, height...), but about what is in our power, such as having well-groomed hands (I have a real fixation with hands for example). There is a song by Franco Battiato, The Interminable Path, which says: 'If you want to know your thoughts of yesterday observe your body today. If you want to know how you will be tomorrow observe your thoughts today."What do you think today?

Good resolutions for 2019 #3: Avoid toxic people and don't settle for mediocre relationships

I am very possessive and I am fully aware of it. My two dearest friends, Fabrizio and Marco, know that the day they introduce me to a woman as their fiancée she will have to pass tests not even the worst of mothers-in-law, with the full certainty that she will hate me. Maybe that is why they have never introduced me to one, but then again I prefer to live in ignorance and think that I am the only princess in their... THOUGHTS. Having said that, since 2012 I have run into a series of men so wrong and toxic that not even if I put an ad in the gazette with the title "looking for a sleazebag of the worst kind" could I get over it. Well, I admit to breaking a mirror (although I hid my hand, glass and the like) and to having endured seven years of sentimental misfortune at a level. Now I am ready to be happy, with the knowledge that a woman more 'perfect' than me does not exist and therefore I deserve the 'perfect' man or at least a first-degree substitute for him. Or his dog. [Let us remember that absolute perfection does not exist but there are people who in their imperfections are perfect for other people!] So a good kick in the ass to toxic people (they rarely have balls) and no more settling for mediocre reports. Either a man treats me like the most precious of princesses because he is fully aware of my worth or he can go peacefully to Neverland... anyway - I know, I am cynical to say this, but it is the healthy cynicism of a woman who wants to be happy - I have a queue outside the door and no desire to waste time. I love to give and receive emotional security. Toxic people steal our time and energy, and consequently more time. Time is the most precious thing we havebecause regardless of our degree of wealth, it is something we cannot buy, nor can we put aside or store. For this reason we cannot allow anyone to steal precious hours from us. We can give money or goods, but never our time. Never forget it.

Good resolutions for 2019 #4: Create at least 4 good habits and be consistent in following them

My body and mind are the receptacle of many good and equally many bad habits that I have picked up over the years. Furthermore, I am convinced that we and our results, whether good or bad, are the product of our habits. Our habits are something that is absolutely within our power to manage and control, not something external to us. Understanding this seemingly simple concept is the first step to changing what we do not like or what does not work about us. That is why I have decided this year to give myself these 4 extra good habits and stick to them day after day:

  1. Sleep 7 hours a day and always go to bed by 1am.
  2. I walk at least 10,000 steps every day regardless of the weather and my mood.
  3. Keep a food diary consistently. Even if I ate out or a bunch of aliens came over for dinner uninvited.
  4. Devote 1 hour to my body as soon as I wake up every morning to feel more beautiful and more confident. Even if I have 100 things to do.

I must say that, for example, I have already started 1 month ago to take the famous 10,000 steps every day. With very few exceptions (and I want to eliminate those too). Well, the benefit to my body and mind has been so great and palpable, that the limiting conditions of laziness and physical fatigue have faded and given way to positive beliefs. Today, I am happy to walk because well-being overcomes fatigue. In fact, I feel the fatigue less and less. And I feel less guilty about the delicacies I cook or the wines I taste. Do you walk every day or do you do other types of physical activity? Do you enjoy it? Does it make you feel good?

Good resolutions for 2019 #5: Making peace with bureaucracy and the administration of my work

Nothing annoys me more than administration. And I am the daughter of an accountant... unbelievable isn't it? Just the thought of making an invoice gives me goose bumps. The VAT round, which Fabrizio and my father have explained to me I think at least 100 times, sounds more difficult to me than the Odyssey in Latin. Already sending a registered letter or the like is complicated even if the post office is 100 metres from my house. This year, as if the electronic invoicing wasn't enough to complicate everything... well, I have decided that by 2019 I will sort everything out and learn how to manage my work correctly and on time. Without expecting the chaos to be sorted out in a day, but with the expectation of doing everything right one step at a time. After all, in life I have learnt that  big changes are a process and not an event, and it is precisely when you approach them as an event that you fail in your goals. My dad always took care of everything, for almost a year he didn't take care of anything because his health condition was really tragic even though he didn't show it... and now it is up to me to continue our projects and live up to his expectations. My dad was so proud of me that he talked to everyone about everything I did, yet I have certainly not been perfect throughout my life: I have experienced failure and success in equal measure. Of course I am aware that I have built a lot, in fact a lot for being only 33 years old. I am aware that not everyone can live exactly where they want to by doing their dream job and adapting it to their lifestyle. In fact, it is rare if not very rare. But I had an equally rare fortune: a father who believed in and supported every crazy idea that came into my head from when I was born until today, and who donated what was most precious to him - his time - to help me realise it. My dad taught me that if I can dream it, I can do it, that there is no goal I cannot achieve through my intelligence and sensitivity. So gentlemen, this year I can learn how to handle invoices and administration, this is also in my power and I will do it.

Good resolutions for 2019 #6: Learning to manage my time to have more time for me

One of the most beautiful things about my job is that I almost miss it when I am not working. Yet I have spent the last three years working so much and devoting very little time to my physical and mental well-being. Let's start with one point: what does 'having more time for me' really mean? How do I want to use this time? What do I want to do with it? I am lucky enough to be doing the job I dreamt of doing when I was 8 years old, well, I might not call it 'wine blogger', but I wanted to write on a lake about something I loved and now I do exactly that. So it can be said that my main passion is already my job. Then what would I like to do with the extra time I want to have for myself? The right word is "Explore". Explore my body, explore my senses, explore the people I love, explore the world. And then I would like to 'grow up'. What is more beautiful than growing up? Even as children we want to know everything and already be grown up, then when we grow up we learn to appreciate the journey sometimes even more than the finish line. Or maybe not, the finish line is always what gives us the most joy? A little voice in my head says that an orgasm is always an orgasm, but you can get there in many ways... nah, not all orgasms are the same! So let's recap: in a day there are 24 hours, 1,440 minutes and 86,400 seconds. Every day every human being has the same amount of time, which chooses to employ in various ways among the various possibilities you have or create. I am sure that every day you too waste a lot of time on superfluous activities (e.g. do you really need to be on social media for several minutes that, when added up, turn into hours? Do you produce anything in this time?), and that we all have time to do whatever we want or need to do. Quindi voglio imparare a gestire il mio tempo giorno dopo giorno per evitare di utilizzare la più celebre e inflazionata delle scuse, ovvero: “non ho avuto tempo per farlo”.

Buoni propositi per il 2019 #7: Imparare a parlare inglese in modo fluido

Quando ero in Francia mi sono praticamente vergognata per il mio inglese. Sono stata l’unica a fare il video conclusivo in italiano perché non ero a mio agio a parlare inglese. Certo, ho una buonissima conoscenza grammaticale… ma quando si tratta di parlare è tutta un’altra faccenda. Se penso a liceo quanta fluidità avevo anche a parlare… ma come ho fatto a perderla così? Quando ho fatto l’esame all’università ricordo di aver preso 99/100 in grammatica e 33/100 in comprensione e parlato… per un totale appena sufficiente e un calcio in culo che mi ha fatto raggiungere il livello B2. Faccio un lavoro che mi porta almeno una volta all’anno all’estero e mi piacerebbe poter confrontarmi con persone di tutto il mondo senza fatica. Inoltre ho persone che seguono il mio blog in ogni parte del mondo e mi piacerebbe imparare a scrivere bene in doppia lingua anche per loro. Anche qui, io sono contro i full immersion, li considero al pari dell’ultima dieta americana che ti promette di perdere 10 kg in un mese… sì, puoi anche riuscirci ma li riprendi con cari interessi! Imparare l’inglese, così come dimagrire, è un processo e non un evento (me lo senti dire spesso, lo so!) e pertanto nasce dalle nostre stesse abitudini. Se ogni giorno dedicassi 30 minuti alla lingua inglese, tra 365 giorni gli avrei dedicato  10.950 minuti ovvero più di 182 ore. Scommettiamo che ho migliorato il mio inglese ed è diventato quantomeno più fluente? Comunque per oggi mi accontento anche di capire cosa si dice la gente qui a Monte Isola! 😁

Buoni propositi per il 2019 #8: Creare un calendario editoriale e scrivere 8 articoli ogni mese

Siamo al 14 di gennaio, e il blog è stato per diverso tempo in “silenzio” a causa di quanto è successo. Ho dovuto staccare il cervello perché per me era una necessità irrinunciabile. Un po’ perché già il mese di ottobre avevo davvero toccato il fondo della mia vita e, senza esagerare, ho passato 20 ore al giorno a lavorare dimenticandomi di me. Mio papà mi faceva la correzione di bozze per il mio libro “Come diventare sommelier” (che puoi comprare cliccando QUI) mentre faceva la chemio ed entrava e usciva dagli ospedali, nei giorni che gli dicevano che non ce ne era più. Questo libro mi ha salvato la vita non solo perché mi ha aperto l’orizzonte di fare esattamente quello che volevo dal punto di vista lavorativo, ma perché è stato l’ultimo progetto che abbiamo curato insieme io e lui, con la piena consapevolezza che sarebbe stato l’ultimo anche se non ci volevo credere. E tutt’ora non ci credo. Gli ho promesso di smettere di perdere tempo dietro lavori “non giustamente retribuiti” e dedicare più tempo al mio blog, e per questo ho deciso che scriverò 8 articoli ogni mese. Per ora non mi do limitazioni di tempo di periodicità, anche perché questo è un blog e non una testata giornalistica. Ma 8 articoli di qualità li voglio scrivere. Per mio papà e per voi che mi leggete da ormai 4 anni. Per questo ogni 1 del mese ho deciso di creare un calendario editoriale e di rispettarlo. Anche questo è in mio potere. Se hai richieste particolari per i prossimi articoli ti invito a lasciarmi un commento.

Completare questo articolo era vitale per me. Ora posso cominciare ad affrontare il futuro. Ora posso riprendere a lavorare. Ora posso cercare di trasformare questo vuoto e dolore che mi mangia dentro giorno dopo giorno in una forza positiva, un po’ per volta e con assoluta calma. Io e mio padre abbiamo avuto un rapporto tale che solo mia madre sa quanto era stretto, forse a tratti “morboso” per il nostro vivere l’uno per l’altro sempre. Anzi, ne approfitto qui per ringraziare davanti a tutti mia madre per essere stata una donna capace di risorse straordinarie. Ha aiutato e assistito mio padre in un modo che non mi sarei mai aspettata e mi ha fatto capire che sì, era ed è la donna che meritava un uomo così grande, e lo è sempre stata, anche quando non lo pensavo. L’unica cosa positiva dell’atrocità che abbiamo vissuto e stiamo vivendo è che mi ha fatto guardare mia madre sotto un’altra luce e ha posto nuove basi a un rapporto che è stato difficile per tanti anni e che spero abbia tanti anni davanti per fiorire e diventare sempre più bello.

A proposito, per tutti i produttori di vino e per tutti i miei lettori: l’edizione 2019 della mia guida vini spumanti “500 Bolle in 500” è solo rimandata. Questo era un progetto di me e papà, ora devo ridisegnarlo… ma sarò operativa entro il Vinitaly 2019… promesso! ❤

Un abbraccio e ti prego: in questo 2019 non rimandare la felicità! Né io né te siamo consapevoli delle nostre date di scadenza. Non sappiamo il tempo che ci rimane. Per questo impariamo a dare valore alle cose davvero importanti e impariamo a lasciare andare tutto quanto è superfluo alla nostra felicità.

Felicità deve essere la “parola del 2019” per ognuno di noi.


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