At the beginning of the summer I had a plan. I was not going to waste time for three months of vacations, without having a purpose to pursue day after day. My goals were (I actually wrote them on my phone notes in a moment of great optimism about my future):

To train every day, either at the gym, in a park or on the treadmill I have in my house.

So really no excuses if I'm that lazy as to not walk to the other room and jog.

To become healthy.

Not only from the activities' point of view, also from the eating and life style's point of view. And this is actually harder!! It means no more Nutella!

To practice my piano skills.

So as to become able to play a song without stopping every couple of lines staring at a note I forgot how to read or a passage that seems to difficult and that therefore I don't even attempt to play

To learn how to cook at least the family's recipes.

Or the main Italian dishes I got asked the last year to cook so many times and that I kept on procrastinating with my friends only because I honestly had never tried to prepare them before.

To read a book a week.

After a month out of three of vacation, I can -- with not much thinking -- simply show how how I haven't respected any of these goals.

The first two weeks I actually managed to run, go to the swimming pool or to my dance classes every single day.

I can blame the starting of my internship as the reason why I stopped doing this, but we all know that time is always enough for what we really want to do.

During this first month of vacation, I had gelato every single day...

Along with pasta and bread for both lunch and dinner (I heard they are carbs yeah?) and fruit only if dipped or combined with Nutella.

I decided I like to listen to well played complicated piano songs so much more than strive to play semi fluently a simplified version of them.

I ate at the restaurant a lot.

And also when I was at home and my mom, remembering me my initial project, was asking for an help in preparing the dinner, I found most of the times more interesting keep watching the TV or talk at the phone with some friends.

I started a book, but I still haven't finished it yet.

This is how I got to the conclusion that I'm so much more productive when I'm full of things to do. During the academic year, I still found the time to read or to go to the gym because I had a schedule in which to insert these activities. Now that I have no schedule, I also don't respect any of my plans. I now fully understand the Italian saying, "If you want something to be done, ask a very busy man."