March 13, 2021

And so, it’s official, lockdown March 2021 begins on Monday in Rome 🇮🇹

I have so many conflicting thoughts, feelings, things to express. And yet, today I feel like writing just for me. I recognize the larger situation in the globe and I am oh so empathetic to all those who have suffered especially hard and especially poignantly this year. But this is for me and it’s maybe kinda personal.

If I could write a letter to myself this time last year I would tell her not to worry, that life was going to unfold in the most magical of ways, and that 2020 was going to end up being the most soul-shaking, life-changing, eye-opening, reaffirming year of her life. Italianizzata. Each month, each week could be parceled off into smaller more digestible life lessons. The sheer amount of learning experiences, high-highs and low-lows from the past calendar year is staggering. Through it all I have grown, I think? Yes. I’ve grown. One of my favorite quotes: growth isn’t linear. It gets overwhelming at times but- damn, I feel like I’ve let the lessons penetrate and sink into my skin. I have learned/am learning. Life is still unfolding in this magically mysterious way and I’m so here for it.

And so? Now. Now there is an enforced month of silence. Another period of rest. A butterfly put back into a brand new chrysalis, demoted back to being in a smaller tighter space. Now I take this lockdown and I write and I teach yoga (online) and I maybe start running again (or like, walking fast in running clothes in my neighborhood at the very least). I continuare to explore the myriad of things in the world that intrigue me. I plan delicious retreats for you to come to Italy when this whole pandemic is over

Today it feels heavy but also digestible. We’ve done it before , we’ll do it again, to quote @glennondoyle
“We can do hard things”

And on a lighter note, we’ll emerge in the springtime and if that isn’t the most appropriate metaphor I don’t know what is