<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Be your best!  Strengthen your growth through coaching]]></title><description><![CDATA[If you feel stuck in your career growth, uncertain about your next steps, or struggling with leadership challenges, coaching can help. ]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 05:45:35 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter: Speaking]]></title><description><![CDATA[Più di cento anni fa, sei degli otto fratelli del tuo bisnonno Giovanni salirono su una nave. Non so cosa si dissero quella mattina. So solo che partirono in sei e che due rimasero. Immagino la paura vestita da coraggio. Il porto. Il fumo e il rumore assordante dei motori. Gli ultimi abbracci sospesi. Il pensiero da togliere  il fiato che quel saluto potesse essere l’ultimo. Cominciarono una vita nuova a New York. Qualcuno fece fortuna, qualcuno meno. Tutti misero radici lì. Da noi arrivavano...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/letters-to-a-daughter-speaking-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a76a5d15e16dc1393402c87</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 03:47:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_38dc92cd8e1c410397be68b1bd80ceb5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter: Speaking]]></title><description><![CDATA[More than a hundred years ago, six of your great-grandfather Giovanni’s eight siblings boarded a ship for America.  I don’t know what they said to each other that morning. I only know that six left and two stayed behind. I imagine fear disguised as courage. The harbor. The smoke and the roar of the engines. The last lingering hugs. And the breathless thought that goodbye might be forever.  They started new lives in New York. Some did well, some less so. But they all put down roots there. ...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/letters-to-a-daughter-speaking</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a76a3c2421979b2d972fbe5</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2026 03:40:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_38dc92cd8e1c410397be68b1bd80ceb5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[La speranza ti aiuta a restare in piedi. Poi diventa qualcosa che ti impedisce blocca]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ho aspettato a lungo che una persona diventasse quello che speravo. Ci siamo tutti passati. Ci credevo. Vedevo i momenti buoni, mi dicevo che bastava pazienza. Aspettavo una persona che, ho capito dopo, non esisteva. Esisteva quella che immaginavo io. Per un po' funziona così. La speranza ti tiene in piedi. Ti dà una ragione per restare. Il problema arriva dopo. Arriva quando ti accorgi che stai costruendo tutto su una persona che non c'è. C'è quella che immagini. Quella che potrebbe essere....]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/la-speranza-ti-aiuta-a-restare-in-piedi-poi-diventa-qualcosa-che-ti-impedisce-blocca</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a375fbe227d8838533c27ad</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2026 03:54:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_f8049f4bd96d4f56b2415c0b47939d36~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hope keeps you standing. Then it starts holding you back.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I waited a long time for someone to become what I hoped they would be. We have all been there. I believed it. I saw the good moments, I told myself patience was enough. I was waiting for a person who, I understood later, didn't exist. The one who existed was the one I imagined. For a while it works like that. Hope keeps you standing. It gives you a reason to stay. The problem comes later. It comes when you realise you're building everything on a person who isn't there. There's the one you...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/hope-keeps-you-standing-then-it-starts-holding-you-back</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a375df5a8977cb11dd75146</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2026 03:46:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_f8049f4bd96d4f56b2415c0b47939d36~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[La storia di Joachim]]></title><description><![CDATA[He was the first of six. His father disappeared during the war. Prague, 1945, give or take. Joachim was eighteen years old and overnight became the father figure to his five younger siblings, helping his mother in a home that had almost nothing. He did not choose it. It happened, and he stayed. Then the decision to move to Milan. There was work at Piaggio. Night shifts, the factory floor, the smell of metal and engine oil. And somewhere inside the exhaustion of those shifts, almost by...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/la-storiadi-joachim</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e47b996d9fb201d9258376</guid><category><![CDATA[Lettere ad una figlia]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 06:52:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_62900d1179e74e1ba6ba0b8c434cd216~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The unsaid story of Joachim]]></title><description><![CDATA[He was the first of six. His father disappeared during the war. Prague, 1945, give or take. Joachim was eighteen years old and overnight became the father figure to his five younger siblings, helping his mother in a home that had almost nothing. He did not choose it. It happened, and he stayed. Then the decision to move to Milan. There was work at Piaggio. Night shifts, the factory floor, the smell of metal and engine oil. And somewhere inside the exhaustion of those shifts, almost by...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/the-unsaid-story-of-joachim</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e479b48b434ed4ac3031df</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 06:44:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_62900d1179e74e1ba6ba0b8c434cd216~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fidarsi e affidarsi]]></title><description><![CDATA[La prima volta che hai preso il treno da sola, avevi il biglietto in mano. Sapevi il binario. Ma non sapevi esattamente cosa succedeva una volta salita: chi ti avrebbe seduta accanto, se il treno sarebbe arrivato in orario, cosa avresti trovato dall'altra parte. Sei salita lo stesso. Con lo sguardo di chi pensa: può andare bene. Questo è fidarsi. Affidarsi è diverso. È quando dai il biglietto a qualcun altro. È quando dici: guidami tu, stavolta. Perché hai capito che non devi farlo sempre da...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/fidarsi-e-affidarsi</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e30fe9957d0b67a55c4ef2</guid><category><![CDATA[Lettere ad una figlia]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 05:02:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_3f4ae0e2cb9643b68dade36306ecac39~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To trust. To entrust]]></title><description><![CDATA[The first time you took the train alone, you held your ticket tight. You knew the platform, but you didn't know exactly what would happen once you stepped inside: who would sit beside you, if the train would be on time, or what you would find at the end of the line. You boarded anyway, with the look of someone thinking: it might just work out.  That is trust . Entrusting  is different. It’s when you hand the ticket to someone else. It’s when you say: "You lead the way this time." Because...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/to-trust-to-entrust</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e30f490c8d230c9e8ebfe1</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 05:00:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_3f4ae0e2cb9643b68dade36306ecac39~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Voci solitarie]]></title><description><![CDATA[C'è un momento in cui senti la risposta dentro di te con chiarezza,ma intorno a te il coro dice tutt'altro. In quel momento, qualcosa in te vacilla. È normale: nasce da quel bisogno di appartenere, di essere rispecchiati, di sentire anch'io la penso così. Ma la verità non si decide a maggioranza. La storia è piena di voci sole che avevano ragione, e di cori compatti che si sbagliavano insieme. Allora, se le tue idee ti convincono davvero, se le hai esaminate, messe alla prova, rivoltate sotto...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/voci-solitarie</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b50733a082e88eea3c631f</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 07:00:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_006abc3260e44b45b79f541ae39fb360~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_367,h_367,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lone Voices]]></title><description><![CDATA[There comes a moment when you feel the answer clearly within you, yet the chorus around you is saying something else entirely. In that moment, something inside you wavers. It’s only natural: it stems from that need to belong, to be mirrored, to feel that "I, too, think this way." But truth is not decided by a majority. History is full of lone voices that were right, and unified choruses that were wrong together. So, if your ideas truly convince you, if you have examined them, tested them, and...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/lone-voices</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b5066bc0bc1d0b8ea14f5d</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 06:56:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_006abc3260e44b45b79f541ae39fb360~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_367,h_367,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The second best moment]]></title><description><![CDATA[We are taught that timing is everything. That the window opens once, and if you miss it, it’s gone. We look back and see the time that has passed as a door that has closed. But not everything has to start early. Many things begin when we are a little more ready. When we stop waiting for the perfect conditions and find, finally, the courage to take the first step. And there is no need to torment ourselves with ifs and should haves. We cannot go back. But we can always choose what to do with...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/the-second-best-moment</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b39f6c8d33c4b459309f96</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 05:26:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_cb54c19a31584aa2a642e09df1aaf6c2~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_461,h_463,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[51/49]]></title><description><![CDATA[51/49 is a strange thing. The difference is tiny, almost laughable and yet it decides everything. We imagine that people who keep going must carry something exceptional inside them. A rare talent, an unshakeable confidence, a special kind of certainty. Then you look more closely and discover that's often not the case. Ordinary people. With fears. With doubts. With the same urge, at some point, to say: enough. The difference comes later. It comes when exhaustion sets in. When the results still...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/51-49</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69994ee21e81493655ceed6e</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 06:24:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_aee850c30de94a08b56e0b7f7fc8a0b4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[That tiny line]]></title><description><![CDATA[The doors close with a sharp, dry sound. The air grows heavy, and time slows down. But that place isn’t as far from us as we think. It’s just one step away. There is no clear line between those who are out and those who are in. This isn’t a story of "good" and "bad"; it’s a fragile weave of encounters, wounds, and absences.  A parent who couldn't stay. A friend who steered elsewhere. A word left unsaid when it was needed most. Or, quite simply, life crashing down on you without warning. We...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/that-tiny-line</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699011729f4f0b75dffd9aa0</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 07:54:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_eea86ac0031245cf916ea38d0ab72d08~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The art of riding the wave]]></title><description><![CDATA[If there is one thing I believe I’ve learned over time, it’s that life rarely follows the script we spend so much time writing.  Change is often sudden, uninvited and, to be perfectly honest, a bit of a nuisance.  We spend an infinite amount of energy anchoring ourselves to the idea of how we "would like things to go," but the truth is that the power of the waves doesn't care about our anchors at all. The secret isn’t to defy the wave, but to be ready to ride it. When a massive wave of change...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/the-art-of-riding-the-wave</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6973d08c4c5d7ca6b9bb8b55</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 19:50:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_e0345bdb377a433f993ae848e20d6997~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[It was nothing]]></title><description><![CDATA[A fear, a doubt, something that feels bigger than you. It happens to everyone, more often than you think. Some days, even a small problem looks like a mountain. You lose your breath, wondering if you’ll make it, if you’re taking the wrong path. Then, with time, things settle. And you find yourself saying, almost smiling: “It was nothing.” Most fears are like that — false alarms. They speak loudly at first, then fade the moment you truly look at them. They’re clouds passing by, casting shade...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/it-was-nothing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68de86433501f85130ab1c99</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 11:08:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_5a86ce21777f446192c8f823754b113e~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The real antidote to burnout? Embracing the Impact Player mindset]]></title><description><![CDATA[We often think people burn out because they have too much work. Too many tasks. Too much pressure. But research and experience show something different. We don’t burn out because we do too much. We burn out because we feel we don’t matter enough. When your work lands, when it creates value, when people see the difference you make, it fuels you. When it doesn’t, it drains you. You’re tired not because you’re overloaded, but because you’re under-utilized. The bridge from burnout to impact isn’t...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/the-real-antidote-to-burnout-embracing-the-impact-player-mindset</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f2527b67805a6f93ebd8a5</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 14:41:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_e50fdd07d07c4f7488307580bbb71c47~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_683,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Three things I’ve learned to trust a little more.]]></title><description><![CDATA[With time, I’ve learned there are a few things worth trusting a little more.   . Not just the words, but...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/three-things-i-ve-learned-to-trust-a-little-more</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ea7ce7d0b622633573f4af</guid><category><![CDATA[EveryDay Leadership]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2025 15:52:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_f2ab3ec26b52448c8d9a3fd49badd091~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Child from Mali]]></title><description><![CDATA[In President Mattarella’s office, there hangs a drawing, a simple vignette. It shows a boy sitting at the bottom of the sea, reading a...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/the-child-from-mali</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68d3defa0a0add29d57c4948</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2025 10:26:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_cbf99e11d1ac49d880e2cb7216a27f47~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Continua a camminare]]></title><description><![CDATA[A volte quello che desideri ti potrà sembrare lontano, quasi irraggiungibile. Penserai  che le possibilità siano poche. Ma se pensandoci,...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/it/post/continua-a-camminare</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e242f9dec71b54e689c511</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 10:15:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_8479dd3c02f340da940a95063b2cec4d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Keep Going]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes what you wish for may seem far away, almost out of reach. You might think the chances are small. But if, when you think about...]]></description><link>https://www.nicolaarnese.com/post/keep-going</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e241aee8806846be898c4e</guid><category><![CDATA[Letters to a daughter]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 10:05:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c7c79d_8479dd3c02f340da940a95063b2cec4d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nicola Arnese</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>