A lifetime in Italy. Living, working. Continuing the streak of back and forth across the pond adventures that my family has taken over the years.
That is the life that I thought I was going to have when I graduated from college. Moving to Florence, Italy for one year was just the beginning. It would be the launching point to a life that I believed was my best fit. On Italian soil, where I felt the most “me.”
Forever turned out to be only one year long. Which of course, is not really forever.
My lifetime back in Italy turned out to be one year spent in Florence, working as a study abroad liaison for a United States college program. A year that came to an end because of a boy. Because of love. Because of a new dream for forever.
Instead of continuing to start each day with a caffe’ at the local bar, my path was diverted to the streets of Washington DC. The path that I had so desperately wanted, close to my Italian friends in Venice, quickly became the path that was discarded for a shinier and more exciting path.
The truth is that I am a believer in the idea that things happen for a reason. As it turns out, my decision to change my path led me back to a place where I would soon after be diagnosed and then treated for the cancer that had probably already been growing in my body. My change in path put me in a place where my cancer would eventually lead me to train and run a marathon, which would in turn lead me to meeting the man that would become Principessa’s dad. I could keep going with the consequences that I can connect to that original first change in path.
Instead, I find myself sitting in a kitchen, in Venice, after having spent two weeks exploring Tuscany and the Dolomite mountain range. With my daughter. With my new husband. With my parents. Having just changed my career path pretty significantly. Wanting to change my fitness path. Wondering where my personal path will take me ten years from now.
A path. Many paths. A path that starts with the idea of Live.Do.Grow. A path that will have forks in the road. Speed bumps. On ramps and off ramps. There may be u-turns or shortcuts. But in the end, only time will tell.
What about you? What path did you not take? How has it made you who you are today?