I’d rather run than walk, and I’ve yet to learn the art of relaxation. Planning is a guilty pleasure, and my my mind lives 10 days ahead of whatever day it is, though strangely enough I hardly think before I speak. The phrase “I’m nervous” is to me as the phrase “That’s hot” is to Paris Hilton, although my roommate recently banned the word “nervous” in our apartment so I’m not sure if my phrase will have quite the longevity that Ms. Hilton’s does. I blame my semi-neurotic nature on my passion for distance running, but wouldn’t trade in my spikes for $1,000… however if we’re talking a pair of Manolos then things may become negotiable… Despite all of this my mantra for the year is to “be present” and to learn to just “breathe.” Though it sounds simple, sometimes the simplest things are the hardest to learn and so this blog serves to document my journey for inner peace, acceptance, and flexibility.
Oh, and on a lighter and slightly more normal note I also happen to have an obsession with Italy and anything Italian, and was born with a sixth sense: an uncanny ability to ferret out cake, particularly ones that feature a greater frosting to cake ratio, in even the most unusual of places. Yeah, I’m lucky, I know.
