i’m scared.
but that’s okay.
i am moving to italy next year.
romantic, chaotic, gritty, colorful italy.
quite a combination of childhood-plus-adulthood
dreams coming true.
i am excited beyond belief.
amazed at how it is all,
after several years of deliberate devising,
coming together smoothly in the end.
i am currently working on an essence7 project
that i hope will take my business into its next phase.
since it’s already taken me out of my comfort zone,
i’ve been in need of greater self-motivation
(and an extra shot of moxie!).
There was a time when I slept so soundly that nothing or no one could wake me. I was blissfully unaware of sleepless nights that so many endured.
Not anymore. It now appears to be a common nightly occurrence to awaken at least once, usually around 4:00 a.m.
i’m shouting from the rooftops today!
i’m on my soapbox.
“whatever the mind can conceive and believe . . . it can achieve.”
~napoleon hill
pause for a moment and take a deep and honest look –
at yourself.
we keep track of, and remember, important developments.
the graduation.
the wedding.
the big move.
the new job.
the births.
the deaths.
but what about the small easily-erased moments?
what happens to them?
unless we keep a diary (and occasionally re-read it)
or relate an anecdote to a friend,
these memories are often stored away
in that sealed vault-of-forgetfulness.
nine words.
that inject meaning and inspiration into my very bones.
that challenge the most stubborn part of my resistance.
that push me over the precipice and invite me to wildly live.
“life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
~anais nin
these are the words that i need.
ciao from barbarasco in tuscany!
on october 16, 2013 – almost two years ago – i wrote the following words in a blog post:
italy, you have stolen my heart.
(or maybe i’ve simply found my heart?)
i am at home.
life in an italian village . . .
sweet little man who made my day with his huge smile and “buongiorno”.
curious goats in tresana, eager to make my acquaintance.
prosciutto, ready for slicing.
open door of welcome.
i absentmindedly turned the pages,
browsing through the old travel magazine
that had been sitting on my shelf for years.
when these capitalized words jumped out at me:
MANGIA COME PENSI.
(“eat like you think.”)
and all of a sudden the message was clear.
have you ever wondered what i do here at essence7 wellness?
i coach women who are recreating their lives after losing years to anorexia or bulimia.
and i introduce them to the 7 essential elements of my weightless program.
awareness. movement.
