Nycka, the Nomad ©

Work life balance is a way to manage our lives that allows us to have balance among various spheres of life, like family, friends, work and leisure. I separate in four because sometimes we can enjoy some time alone, to listen to our own inner voice, so, it’s not all time to be shared with others. Sometimes we make a lot of effort to achieve a certain position in life or, more often, in career, and then instead of enjoying we work much more because we have new responsibilities and new challenges. Society helps us to think we must struggle all the time. Should we? Don’t we deserve a pair of dinners with our beloved ones along the week? Don’t we deserve to enjoy the results of our efforts? Don’t we deserve some time for ourselves? I only can answer for myself. Yes, I do. And I deserve outstanding services. Since I started exercising this balance life is funnier, there’s much more to enjoy and simpler than I used to imagine. Do you exercise this or prefer to struggle being a workaholic...

Another biography I watched during the weekend was “Gifted Hands: the Ben Carson Story”. I really appreciate biographies. This one was special because it shows something I treasure. Part of the transformation in Ben’s life was performed through the interest in art and culture. Books and museums were there to guide him to a completely different world. Like in the famous movie “To sir, with love”, where a teacher (Sidnei Poitier) guides a class of poor students to a new world including a visit to a museum. Ben’s mother also emphasise the importance to wear clothing with quality, another thing I value. Unfortunately, many brands nowadays are going in another direction, decreasing quality. I won’t say racism doesn’t exist, but I’m sure the life of any person is much better if the individual chooses to enlarge ones universe through art, culture, travels and investing on quality. Ben Carson is an example that reality can change. Although I don’t like images of surgeries, this movie is tol...

These days I watched “Mary Shelley”. I strongly recommend it. I never read some biography about her. I never read Frankenstein. But the movie is captivating. The colours used in clothes and decoration help to create an atmosphere. After to watch it I am more interested about the writer and her ideas. Douglas Booth as the poet Shelley help us to feel like Mary, enchanted by his beauty (Booth is maybe the more handsome young man in cinema) and his intellect. Dakota Fanning looks charming and innocent. In a moment we discover she is or want to be different, when she shows she accepts open relationships as normal. Later we see she suffers with this choice that was her mother’s voice guiding her life, not her own voice. For me, her father telling her to go to Scotland and find her own voice is the central point of this story. The cause of everything. Movies like this are great to feel grateful for living in another scenario, where women have voice. We’re so accustomed to a life not very ...

To travel by myself has some risks. When I plan my trips I have some standards in mind and sometimes to keep them I try some hotels from some group I had experienced before. But this is not a guarantee of quality, unfortunately. That’s why I am risking a bit more in small hotels sometimes. Curiously most of my bad experiences are linked to the experience in the hotel. All the rest usually is good enough. For me, hotels must offer privacy (no thin walls, please!); a well trained team (once I was sleeping completely naked and someone tried to enter the room, maybe to clean it. Fortunately the door had a lock that I used before to sleep); comfort (a queen size bed and an excellent shower are the minimum. Something to keep a nice temperature inside the room is also necessary); security (a place to keep precious things like jewels and the laptop without the risk to be seen by the staff); and currently be pet friendly with nylon webs on the windows for my cat don’t escape, and a staff train...

This blog talks about a lot of different things. I’m an innovator. My mind is always changing and not in a negative way. It changes evolving, leaving the old and uninteresting behind or embracing the new without giving up old passions. In my social media the same happens, you know. One day I write about style, the next I write about soccer, another day I write about trips or cats or anything else. My main interests don’t change. My biggest passions don’t change. The way I deal with them can change. One day I can be satisfied with what the market offers and one month later my standards are higher. I’m okay with that. I think the only passion I have and I talk about this much more in social media than here is football (soccer). I really love soccer. I mean, I’m not the kind of person who pays attention to the name of the positions. I appreciate that soccer played to win. When even defensive players take the responsibility to change a game in favour of their team. I am really boring wit...

I manage a page about short haired women on Facebook and I’m always looking for inspiration. Yesterday I saw the new Miss Universe is a black woman from South Africa, called Zozibini Tunzi. A very beautiful woman. But I noticed something sad in her discourse. She said she lives in a world where women like herself, with her skin colour and the texture of her hair aren’t considered beautiful. Here’s a video with this speech. Am I living in Mars? Because in my world there are lots of black beautiful women like Lupita Nyong’o, Rihanna, Beyoncé and fabulous Naomi Campbell to mention a few. When I was a child I didn’t see myself represented by beautiful celebrities. And I know this was because I didn’t see my own beauty. Could Miss Tunzi feel the same and this is the reason she said that? Because the only other explanation I see for that would be she lives in a place without internet, cinema, radio and television!!! A place focused in itself, not sharing news from the rest of the wo...

I just read a tweet asking what to do with a cat who lives partially outdoors to get used to a new life completely indoors. I have an experience with this and I’ll share it. My Iduna was adopted when she was 8. She was living in a small house where she only entered to eat and sleep. She was free to go outdoors. I live in an apartment with nylon webs in all windows and the balcony to protect my cats. How do you call these protective webs in your country guys? I’m brazilian and I didn’t discover the name for these webs in english nor in italian. You can see the nylon web and Iduna on my Instagram . Well, Iduna arrived in this new environment where she couldn’t go out for fun. And she spent a few days meowing in the balcony at night, very sad. But I gave her a lot of love and helped her to feel comfortable although she didn’t appreciate the two cats and a dog I had that time. In a few days she didn’t meow in the balcony anymore. Some time later she started to sleep in my lap while I was...