How to develop an over-achieving mindset and crush your goals

Setting goals and knocking 'em out

No matter how close or far from home you are, their is nothing as deeply significant as setting goals for yourself and then achieving them.
Learn to cherish and flourish in the pain and struggle that are inherent to your process.
Surround yourself with people and energy that push you higher, and remember to be grateful and tell them how much you love them as often as you can.
Find beauty everywhere, though some moments make it overwhelmingly easy, and when your heart needs caring, who says you can't go home? Your home, where you decide.

Inspiration comes from unexpected places? Be ready to embrace it!


Inspiration comes from unexpected places...
You see an old friend after some time, expecting nothing but a short shared moment, and then that turns into a deep heartfelt conversation that reminds you of a few of life's beautiful things, humility, friendship, hard work, mutual inspiration, a common passion...
And then life continues, as if nothing had happened, but you can't help but feel an even stronger desire to better yourself, push yourself, grow...

Nobody was born achieving, excellence is built

I am also proud of all the hard work that I put, on a daily basis, to be the best person I can be, on a physical level, and on an emotional one.
Because NO, I was not born looking fit, and I did not grow up conditioned, and I don't stay that way thanks to some miraculous genetic gift.
I have made busting my ass a part of my daily lifestyle, both when I am stationary, and when I am traveling, workout after workout, meal after meal.
Big heartfelt thank you goes out to all the people that love me for what I am, allow me to push myself beyond my limits, and put up with my weirdness and obsession for exercising my body, through sports, and my demons, through conversation.

Surround yourself with inspiring people

Because the people and energy that you surround yourself with are the only real impact you have on how you can deal with the cards life deals to you...

If you've gotten this far

If you've made it this far down the page, you probably are actually paying attention. My opinion on how to become an over-achiever is simple, through inspired and motivated hard work. Duh. And how do you magically become inspired to work hard?
By focusing on your own path, putting at the center of it what is biologically and naturally important:
-the research, cultivation and cherishing of deep, meaningful relationships through constant effort towards mutual, fluid, sincere communication.

-the selection and pursuit of short, medium and long term goals, followed by the celebration of victories, both big and small

-a constant, deep, sincere and powerful cultivation of your sense of gratitude. Every time you think you "have to" do something, tell yourself that you "get to".

Chronicles of a traveling actor, Bali done right !!

"Bali life, kuta beach surf, and exotic fruits"

I'm sitting under a tree, regenerating my soul after a long day by surfing, and then eating fresh dragon fruit and snake fruit.
The sun is blessing this corner of paradise with today's last rays, and I feel lucky, good, happy, oh so happy...
I am thinking to myself that I would love to have something deep and inspiring to say, to put into words how I feel.
Maybe something like the fact that their is nothing as deeply rewarding as seeing progress on the road towards a goal you are working heart and soul to achieve, or, I don't know..
But the truth is that I don't know how to explain how I feel, and right now, all I can think about is the feeling of the wind brushing against my body as I glide towards the shore, with this sunset behind me, and a board that almost feels like a part of me, under my feet...

"Healthy eats: did someone say Alkaline?"

All who know me, know that I love healthy, wholesome living, starting from my food, but you also know that I enjoy eating it, rather than photographing it...
However, lunch today was so ridiculously good and healthy, it HAS to be documented.
 

"My daily menu in Ubud, Bali"


So, for my foodies, health-freaks or just life-lovers, everything is 100% local-mountain grown, raw, vegan and organic.

Mixed green + spirulina gomasio + sprouts "cooked" in tahini and lime + turmeric cashews + coconut nori seaweed clusters + coconut basil crunch + mix shredded veggies and seeds + sesame dressing with a sprinkle of pink Himalayan salt + cayenne + black pepper.

Accompanied by dandelion kombucha and a cold-pressed mixed veggie juice.

Desert was:
Raw and vegan probiotic coconut yogurt with oats, walnuts, goji berries, strawberries, bananas, cashew chunks, dragon fruit, and plenty of spirulina and ma a.

Did someone say "alkaline"?

The diet of a healthy traveling actor in Ubud, Bali

The diet of a healthy traveling actor in Ubud, Bali

 

"My balinese christmas adventure"

This text represents, in many ways, a pivotal, 'turning' point in my life, both personally, and professionally. A moment in which I decided to take ulterior responsibility and ownership over my life.

There's something unconventionally special about consciously deciding
to spend Christmas Day by climbing to the top of a volcano with perfect
strangers.

There's something somewhat absolute about deciding to do so at 2 am in
the morning, in order to be able to watch the sun rise from the top,
from the volcano's crater, its womb.
And there's something incredibly magical about eating eggs that have
been steamed by the volcano's vapors, while you do all of the above,
welcoming the sun, as it embraces the world with its warmth, giving
birth to the new day.
It's also pretty great to end that same day sitting on some steps by
the edge of a road, oblivious to the passing of time, as you talk
about life, your doubts, fears, and impressions on it, with the same
people you called strangers that morning, who now feel so much like
family
it almost scares you.

All day, and all night, and again all day, I have been thinking of a
way to convey the essence of what is going on inside me as a result of
all this, to others... I am persuaded that it is fundamental to share
as much as I can
, of such pure bliss.
And all the fantastic inspiration that emerges from the heart of this
joy, for which I am so grateful.
But gratitude doesn't fully represent what I am feeling. This
sensation is more of an encouragement, a reminder to keep dreaming,
being, and believing in humanity.
A reminder so familiar and deep, that it almost feels like something
that has always belonged to me, something ancestral.
But if I had to pinpoint which part of this adventure has affected me
so, I just can't ignore the continuous cathartic sensation that
sprouts from the depths of me as I watch my two new friends open
themselves up and flourish into the human creatures they are, before
my very eyes.

As I receive and take part in this manifestation of sheer beauty, this
embodiment of peacefully coexisting uniqueness, this lesson on
authenticity and purity
, it is clear to me that it's all worth it.
Everything.
Believing in good, trusting others, holding a high bar, life itself,
and the fact of dedicating it to giving back, in whatever way is
natural to you.

And as these thoughts run through me like bright shooting stars on a
moonless night, a new incision is carved within me, one that I feel
will stick around for a while... the story of that Christmas eve I
climbed a volcano to watch the sunrise, and with a few strangers, we
wished each other happy holidays by letting our souls sing... and they sang so
loud that nothing could overpower their song, and they sang so loud that I still feel the echo, bouncing around my heart.

Things to keep in mind as you reap the benefits of your hard work

"Is this really true..."

Let me pinch the inside of my arm... and my leg... am I really sitting inside this plane, headed for what seems like the final trip of this summers interminable list, one with an actual "destination" I will (temporarily) stop in?

"Destination is the trip, itself"

Yeah, because I feel like at this point, this restless life of the traveler feels like "home" to me, as if there was no destination but the trip itself.
But no, it's true, I am going "home" to New York...
And this feeling inside my chest, my stomach, I guess it's the the result of the life of he who travels, never really stops.
Intense joy alternated to intense sadness, emotions brought to their extremes.
It's the result of a life I choose, and have always chosen, or maybe just the inevitable consequence of my nature.
Interminable hours of plane, car, ship, ferry, train, bus, subway, walking, running, lots of running... have taken me on a journey through the many different worlds of places and people, familiar and not.
Physical worlds, as well as the worlds within people, the worlds of different cultures, countries, ways of living.
Worlds that I loved and understood before even meeting, and others that take immense effort for me to even start to seize.
Worlds which I have grown to love, respect, appreciate, even dislike, or not.

"All kinds of ups and downs"

All kinds of ups and downs, but worlds that have taught me something precious time and time again.
It's been something like 41000km (26000 miles), almost 3 months, continents, towns, cities, villages, languages, cultures, ways of living...
And yet the journey that this summer has most significantly contributed to carry on and deepen is the one within myself.

"The greatest journey, the one within"



Thanks to this gift of life, these incredible lessons of humility and openness, I have grown.
The road is long, but so are my optimism, will, joy and hunger, and I guess that it just feels right to dedicate these words to the two people that provided me with the first, ultimate "gift" itself, my parents.

"Thank you to the providers of the first, ultimate "gift", life.

 

The tear in my eye is just collateral effect, a part of the game.
This one goes out to you two, the journeys that brought you together, the journeys to come, everything in between, and that fantastic place in my head and heart where I am and will always be just be a kid, and you, my heroes.

 

Myself and my parents

Myself and my parents

How to write negative thoughts away

Gratitude 

"It is only over an open wound, that new skin is really born... And so, she took me in her womb, caressed my soul, kissed my eyelid, soothed my essence and whispered softly, "tonight, eyes wide open, because every second they are closed, escaping, every sad instant is wasted moonlight."

Corsican mountains

How to make your current conditions comfortable

"Condition becomes your home"

Let me tell you my story


Growing up with a lack of predefined deeper identification set the premises for what I am today in the world, and ignited within me a constant research for depth. Time taught me that the common-thread to my curiosity was the inherently human need to find recurring elements in life with which to compare one’s evolution, changes and growth.

Basically, because my parents were from different countries and ended up living and raising me in a new city, speaking multiple languages and experiencing diverse cultures, my roots were not obvious, and require to be sought out through constant research, to this day. In my personal case, I end up finding elements that I feel viscerally connected to in all kinds of different contexts, cultures and places.

My passion for traveling and acting

 

This fuels my passion for traveling, and of course, acting, pushing me to question and cross-examine human psychology in its practical and intellectual implementations around the world, with the purpose of boiling it down to its most condensed, universal version.

The more time passes, the more I realize that my life is a collage of people, events, passions and pursuits that can in some way be connected to this common thread, this peaceful quest, and if it is true that home is none other than an unchangeable condition you are born into, my life is the act of embracing mine.

Within it, my (actual) mothers land, for many aspects the motherland of my spirit, though not the place I grew up, has played an increasingly important role, being somewhere I have returned to every year for as long as I can remember. This continuity has given me the opportunity to hold myself accountable in relation to it, and to really get to know myself through my reactions to its all-around uniqueness.

Actor Lorenzo Pozzan in Corsica

Corsica is a small island in the middle of the mediterranean, very different from its surroundings, the native land of my mother, where my maternal grandparents were born and raised. It is imbued with strong personal identity and mixed ethnicity, populated by quietly irreverent and feisty characters that have never fully recognized external political supremacy. The people embody what the land physically describes, with tall rocky mountains rising surprisingly high across its backbone, only a few miles away from beautiful sandy beaches, separated by untouched forests, streams, waterfalls and rivers. Nature reigns over this diverse territory with low human population density, making it very different from the highly populated lands and islands that surround it.

Lisula

Lisula

I love Corsica, my land

I have fallen in love with Corsica, with it’s beautiful harshness, with elements that test me but feel like they belong to the core of my essence, and sharing snippets of life with other people here has always felt deeply personal, special.

Calanques de Piana

Calanques de Piana

Calanques de Piana 2

Calanques de Piana 2

 

A poem for Corsica

"This sunset that never gets old,
this heart that never grows cold,
these feelings placing life on hold...
Every time you watch the sun rise or set,
you're the one changing, think of it,
life weaves its path as a result of taken action,
vision clarifies diverging distraction.
On this curve that has seen me pass and grow a thousand times,
I turn yet another page of this book of mine.
Pack on my back I make my way,
to the greatest of teachers from the dawn of day,
Mother Nature.
GR20, Tra li Monti, arrivemu.
Corsica, terra mia, sempre Regina.

 

My great Corsican adventure


Corsica has pushed me to do everything that I love with deeper meaning, stronger passion and renewed faith, and no theater would be better than this gem to host the first “planned" adventure of my passion project Boyz-AroundtheWOD with my brother Ricky: hiking the northern legs of the GR20, Europe’s most challenging hike.

There's so much more I can't wait to Share

So much more that I can’t wait to share on this subject, maybe some partnered up writing with Ricky himself, who is returning from his latest African adventure.

For now, let me just say that sharing, discovering, experiencing, loving and being loved leave me different, every time, a better version of myself, changed, richer, and from within this awareness, I wish for you to never remain the same for long.

When a swimming cardio session becomes dinner

When a swimming cardio session becomes dinner

 

 

Behind the scenes of my Thailand adventure

"In no particular order"

Lorenzo Pozzan in Thailand


This past year has been something I still cannot fully wrap my fingers around.
To this day, I have trouble describing and understanding where my core, the human identity I was born into ends, and where the evolution of who I am today, begins.
Luckily, there are a few things I do on somewhat of a regular basis as part of my own vital routine, that indirectly help keep track of my mental and physical state: writing and exercise.
One of the most eloquent ways for me to communicate what happened is that of factually contextualizing events, and then sharing flow-of-consciousness writing from that particular timeframe, so, here goes.

Flow of consciousness writing


My exercise regimen and vision this past year broadened to a more applied, functional way of training, because of the continually changing demands of a highly varied lifestyle.
This change was empowered by the knowledge and inspirations produced by one of the most extraordinary encounters of the year, and of my life. Mr Joe.
Brother and partner in crime, I was blessed enough to share some extraordinary adventures (which I will share more about in another writing session) with this guy, with much more to come, as our team effort (Boyz-Aroundthewod) prepares for take-off.
Right now, I will just let a piece of text from one of our adventures in the Thai jungle speak on the subject:

Text from the Thai Jungle

 

"There are people out there who's enactment of the base principles of sharing, friendship and brotherhood represent a victory for all of humanity. People who don't necessarily talk about, teach or explain, but rather embody, show and clarify by example. People who would rather lose some and take one for the team in the name of what has real, deeper value. People who will slow down their own stride just to be by your side and push you to grow once you find your own pace. When you meet people like this, every other type of interaction becomes indirectly conditioned by the uncompromising integrity you have experienced, and your will to grow and deserve the support and respect they give you pushes you well beyond your solo potential. The dream of being bound by friendships to people like this is what gets my inner child out of bed with a smile every morning. So, for a new brother, untamed beast with an uncompromising heart who's words have inspired me almost as much as his silences. Who's training has helped me burst through physical and mental plateaus  with the power of a raging bull and the control and precision of a hummingbird. Who's humility has given me the courage to question the fundaments of myself. Who's quiet inner tornado has taught me so much about life, and who's overall love, blood, sweat and tears have given me more in a few weeks than I could ever dream of giving back, thank you. Until next time, you have my word, we either go hard or we go to the ward."

Thailand itself, according to a traveling actor


As for Thailand itself, the welcoming love and good hearts of the Thai people healed me, educated me, fueled my passions and projected me to new dimensions of confidence and awareness, as an improvised soul-searching trip turned into a prolific professional learning experience, offering me the chance to work with extraordinary talent on amazing projects.


To describe this, I will let images talk:

How to live, traveling

"My Last winter in the City" (New York City)

New York to Madagascar

As these things often go, it is in its summer that the shape of a winter is carved, and this story represents no exception to the rule.

Thrown into the womb of one of the worlds best preserved epicenters of biodiversity, the magnificent land of Madagascar, this pure, rich land endowed me with one of the greatest gifts I would have never had the maturity or intelligence to ask for, on my own.

Madagascars gift to me

I would love to be able to specifically describe the nature of that gift, to concretely define it, but every time I think I have found the right words, sides of it I still don’t know manifest and unveil.

All I really know is that ever since I came back from that trip, a will to deepen my capacity to empathize with human beings through knowledge of diverse cultures has been my most loyal travel companion, both on a routinely basis and in my travels.

Fascination for how different cultures experience life

This fascination for the many ways in which cultures and people around the world face problems and questions of life that feel recognizably human and familiar to me at their core, has made me an avid reader and insatiable traveler, culminating in my promise to myself that: “this has been my last winter in the city”.

"This has been my last winter in the city" - Lorenzo Pozzan, New York City

The loose interpretation of this momentary delirium being that I want to travel as much as possible and immerse myself in as many ways of experiencing life, in order to constantly enrich and deepen my knowledge and profound love of what it really means to be human, all this to be the best creator of human behavior, the best and most effective actor and artist I can possibly be.


Il mio ultimo inverno in citta’

Come avviene di consueto, e’ in estate che prende forma l’inverno, e questa storia non fa certo da eccezione alla regola.

Gettato in grembo ad uno degli epicentri di biodiversità mondiale meglio preservati, il meraviglioso Madagascar, questa terra ricca e pura mi ha fatto anzitempo uno dei regali più utili che potessi ricevere, nonostante non avessi ne la maturità ne l’intelligenza per desiderarlo, da me.

Mi piacerebbe molto poter spiegare in modo preciso la natura di tale dono, definirlo concretamente, ma ogni volta che credo di aver trovato le parole giuste, se ne manifestano nuovi effetti.

Mi limiterò a dire che da quando sono tornato da quel viaggio, la volontà di approfondire la mia capacita di empatia con gli esseri umani attraverso la conoscenza di culture diverse e’ stata la mia compagna di viaggio più fedele, sia nel quotidiano, che in viaggio.

Il fascino che esercitano su di me i vari meccanismi con cui le culture e gli individui affrontano problemi e le domande della vita che riconosco nella loro familiare essenza ed umanità, mi hanno reso un avido lettore ed instancabile viaggiatore, culminando in una promessa che mi sono fatto: “questo e’ stato il mio ultimo inverno in città’”.

L’interpretazione postuma di questo momento di romantico delirio e’ che voglio viaggiare il più possibile, immergendomi nei vari modi di provare la vita, in modo da approfondire ed arricchire costantemente la mia conoscenza ed il mio profondo amore del vero significato dell’essere umani, il tutto per essere l’attore ed artista più efficace che mi sia dato la possibilità di essere.