I’m Italian.
That might be all I need to say on the subject, but just in case, I’ll elaborate. Italians are known for loving food. LOVING food. I don’t mean enjoying a good meal, and I certainly don’t mean having a food-as-fuel attitude. Unless you mean that food fuels the soul. I LOVE food the way artists love paint. I’m not a cook. I love to eat.
So when I tell you that I forgot to eat lunch, that should mean something to you.
I forgot to eat lunch because I was busy writing. And I love writing more than I love food. And when you consider that the love of food is encoded right into my DNA. . .
When was the last time you did something you loved so much you lost track of time?
When was the last time you were so excited about something you got to do that you wrote an email about it to someone, fingers shaking with excitement?
When was the last time you were pulled out of your cubicle and into your LIFE?
I know it might seem unbelievable that after years of feeling bored by your job or your life that you could finally ignite your passion AND the potential you have hidden deep inside you.
You can let go of the fear that that you’re going to die with your music still in you. I know it may seem unbelievable, that you can move from the life you have now to a life that is full of energy and excitement, but it’s true.