Be the kind of woman who, the moment her feet hit the floor in the morning, makes the devil say: “Oh damn, she’s awake.” 😉

Every morning it’s the same story: I don’t just wake up, I land. 😉

And that alone is enough to make someone out there nervous.

I don’t need a zen ritual, 20 minutes of meditation, or coffee served in bed (though honestly, I wouldn’t say no). I wake up with my head full of ideas, a to-do list longer than a novel, and the attitude of someone who already knows that—whatever happens—it’s me who decides how the day ends.

Don’t get me wrong: not every morning looks like a runway. Sometimes my hair looks like it survived a hurricane, sometimes my horses stare at me as if to say: “Are you seriously planning to ride looking like that?” And yes, maybe Ducati in the garage waits for me more patiently than most people ever could.

But here’s the point: it’s not about how I look. It’s about how I show up.

And I always show up like it’s my arena.

The devil knows this too: it’s not my perfection he fears.

It’s the fact that I never quit. That I can fall, fail, get mad… and still come back stronger. That I don’t need anyone’s approval to choose who I am and how I want to live.

So yes—every time my feet touch the ground, it’s not just me waking up.

It’s the world that needs to adjust.

Silvia ♥️