August 7, 2020

Story of an Italian summer.

This picture makes me think of stories. The stories we tell on this little social media platform. The stories we tell each other about how we’re passing our time and living our lives. The stories we create in our heads and the stories we tell ourselves about what we want and how we feel and what we need.

I used to tell myself that I had to work and work and work some more in order to ‘deserve’ anything. It’s a common story. If I ate something I had to work out after and if I wanted to enjoy myself I had to work first. Creating a new story means continuing to enjoy life when work (and everything else) feels unstable. It means eating the damn pasta and not thinking twice about it. It means posting pictures of me in bathing suits (which would have horrified my former self). It also means sharing more on this little platform, while reminding y’all that we are all curating our lives on here.

All that said- the moment this picture was taken was pure bliss and laughter and joy.

My Italian summer story has me feeling deliciously lucky. I feel lucky for all the amazing humans I’ve spent time with, for the adventures I’ve had and all the goodness that has come in a relatively chaotic (understatement) year. This is Summer 2020 and when I let go of the story of what I should be doing, life is a whole lot easier.