A Tree Fell in Lombardia

Ciao lovelies! Happy Saturday! How’s everyone doing? No really, I want to know. Comment below.

Remember that book, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn?” I remember reading it when I was in high school. It was the most depressing yet uplifting and inspirational book I’ve read to date. I hightly recommend reading it or perhaps listening to it on Audible if possible.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Harper Perennial Deluxe Editions)

But I digress….

I had the title stuck in my head ever since hearing that following a heavy rainstorm, a tree fell very close to my house.

It crushed a car.

Poor tree. Poor car! Poor Italian man (or woman but it’s more fun to say “Italian man” so that’s what I’ll go with) who woke up the next day to find his car crushed by a tree.

I’m so glad I opted to stay in last night. Not to say that I narrowly missed getting crushed by a tree. Although you never know. But yeah, I had this feeling that the rain was coming down a little too hard and the wind was blowing a little too aggressively and something just told me to staty inside. I didn’t argue with my intuition especially since the plan had been to go to the gym and NOT my local dive bar. I happily stayed indoors and worked on my blog and Youtube and drank my red wine.

It was a very nice night. Quiet. Wine infused. Lovely.

But what if I had been all, “NO DAYS OFF” about it and had pushed myself to stick to my workout schedule and go to the gym? Not only would I have probably had a broken umbrella because that wind really was aggressive. But I may have gotten injured. If a tree fell in Lombardia then who knows what other debris could have knocked me in the head?

Always listen to yo gut, baby. Even if it means skipping the gym that you go to in hopes of getting rid of yo gut. Ha ha!

Seriously, though – No Days Off – cannot be a thing anymore. Some days have to be off. If there’s anything Covid and the awful year that is 2020 has taught us it’s that sometimes we really do need to sit down and be still.

At least that’s my takeaway. I refuse to feel guilty about skipping the gym when a tree literally fell and crushed a car close to my house and even closer to my gym.

(That poor Italian man – he must’ve been so upset.)

Speaking of Tales from Italy, I’ve finally starting sharing stories about my experiences living in Italy. I was very anxious to finally do this (and without cursing!) but I finally pressed publish and it’s live so if you want to hear some horror stories click below. Don’t worry, living in Italy isn’t all horror. It’s actually quite lovely for the most part so I will continue sharing stories and also make sure to highligh the positive things.

What It's Like Living in Italy As an African-American #beingblackinitaly
Watch this video on YouTube.

That’s all I have for now. Just feeling good at the moment because I managed to edit my website on my own. It took hours just to change the footer but I’m proud that I didn’t break my whole website and have to start all over. You never know what you can do until you just do it. Or you’re forced to do it. I couldn’t afford to pay someone to build my website so I was forced to learn to do it on my own. The idea of websites and wordpress has alway felt a bit overwhelming to me so I never thought I’d actually be able to do it on my own. But I did. And the website is still functioning so I’m happy.

And because of that I need to celebrate.

It’s Saturday – Date Night – I’m stepping out to try some Mexican food (in Italy!) I’ll share that experience with you all soon. In the meantime, I hope you all have a lovely weekend. It’s the perfect night to catch up on your self-care needs. Try to watch out for falling trees. Stay safe, wear a mask and I’ll catch up with you soon.

Ciao for now, lovely,

Dawn Melissa

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