Writing my own story....

I have to say these last two weeks have been some of the best I've had so far here in Switzerland. I wondered for a long time when I was going to feel like I was living my life. I'd think "When is my life life ever going to start?" "When will I feel like I'm at the beginning of it all...of everything I've worked for?" I kept waiting for it to happen. Like it would be some kind of magical entity that painted everything a different color, everything a little more shiny, sparkly. And of course, surely, what I was doing couldn't have that special shine....you know, really living that 'life' whatever that actually was.  Could it? But....

Somehow over the course of this last month,  I realized that I was in it!! I was in the thick of everything! What was I doing waiting for life to start when I was living it?! I think sometimes we lose sight of what's already in front of us always looking to the 'more' or 'someday' and we forget that sometimes....there isn't anymore. We keep waiting around for some big signpost that says 'GO! This is it!' But...we started the race already the day we took our first breath. Quit waiting to do the things you've always wanted to do! Realize you're alive now! Living now!

And you know...the funny thing is....once I realized I was right in the thick of my own story, everything did become painted a different color. It may sound cliche' to say, but seeing the world through rose colored glasses does make everything more sparkly and a little more bright and shiny, like a new penny.

A lot of people ask me 'when are you coming back?' 'what will you do when your done?' 'where do you want to be?' 'when are you going to settle down and have a normal life?' And the truth is. I don't have the answer to any of these questions. Not one.

I am loving where I am right now. Living every minute that I have. Taking in all the knowledge my poor tired brain can wrap itself around when it's translating 24 hours a day. I am seeing life through rose colored glasses that tarnish nothing. And whoever said there is some social timeline on when we have to do big things in life is an idiot. You don't get to write my story. I do. And I decide what chapter I'm on.

Right now, I'm writing chapters of self-discovery, new adventures, friends, and work that I love. I spent the weekend in an Italian village, ecstatic about the purchase of restoration books, the taste of pumpkin tortelloni in a black truffle sauce on my lips, the Veronese sunset etched in my brain, and a sunday afternoon spent basking in the sunshine, colored pink by the blossoms of peach tree groves, and made only sweeter by the sound of a guitar and the laughter of good friends.

I'm in no hurry to finish these chapters. Not yet. And I'm the author. No one else. I guess the question now is: Are you writing your own story??