Yep, I have to admit it: I cheated on myself in the past. Did I mean to do so? Of course not, but it happened.

This is pretty much what I keep telling myself (what normally every traitor tells himself) when I think about the choices I made for my career. I wanted to work as a translator, when I was at the high school, but I did not succeed at the entrance test of the Translation course so I said to myself "Well, you know what? I'll go and study Foreign Languages and Literature, I'll get a better preparation and will do the test next year again!" It really sounded like a plan.

But after one year I was done the the exams of both semesters, I was doing good and, in the Italian University, I would have had to re-start again, form my previous studies were useless for the translation part. And I was just lazy! So once again I said to myself: "Ok, let's finish this; I can always take courses after I graduate and specialize in translation!"

And I did so. I mean, I finished the University, but was not able to access any translation course. Why? Simply because literature is fun, it's amazing and so exciting, but it is not a technical skill. I had to finally admit with myself that what I had studied (and enjoyed!!) was not going to take me where I had planned to go. So I had to change my expectations. 

This was the hardest part. Re-start from a mental point of view. Bit it had to be done so I did it.

How went that? Still trying to find out. So far so good, but there have been quite a few more betrayals in between. Ok, I am a serial cheater.

Stay tuned if you would like to find out more...