Attraversiamo - Not only does Liz find this word beautiful, but also uses it as some sort of mantra during the first section of this book (or so I picture her doing so). I can't get it out of my head. It has become one of those embarrassing little inside jokes I have between myself and myself. I have said it under my breath when a friend has come to me with a problem, or one of my sister's has sent me a disturbing text, or someone has emailed me with an urgent issue at work. I say the first part while inhaling - attra..and the next part on the exhale - versiamo... And it makes so much sense. Let's cross over.
My grandfather passed away 3 months and 2 days ago. Right after that we lost David's only living grandparent - an inspiration to everyone, George Richmond, and then my grandpa's wife, my beautiful and crazy Indian grandma. I find myself completely rushed mostly all the time. I feel like I can't even begin to process anything before the next thing happens to me. I feel like I am walking down the path and don't have time to choose to "take the road less traveled" because who has time to sit on some perfectly placed tree stump in the middle of a beautiful forest and decide which direction is best for her?
I'm not sure if Liz Gilbert meant for this to happen to me, but I keep picturing her..strolling around Italy with her friend, a beautiful chocolate drizzled bakery item in hand, and constantly crossing the street. I am so jealous. I am trying to apply this to my own life. It doesn't have to be so frantic all the time, right? Maybe I can take a minute, a breath, and cross over.