Risk. Italian Style

Risk it. Go ahead. I dare you. Put all your eggs in one basket caus you'll survive even if you create a really shitty omelette. Easy to say these things, but hard to leap. It always looks like the snake goes through a boatload of effort contorting itself to shed its skin and start from scratch. I bet the snake doesn't slither around thinking, "I wonder if people will appreciate me in my new skin?, I sure hope I get that movie offer once they see me in my new coloring".  It just happens. The animal recognizes that it can go no further inside its current vehicle, and it changes. It doesn't do scrapbooking projects about its old skin, filled with pictures, stories, and old skin nostalgia. Contemplation can lead you into minefields of devastation, where all you end up doing is tripping over fear bombs, self-doubt grenades, and you find yourself helpless and in search of the nearest foxhole excuse to "not do". I could spend all my money. I could enlist the help of a friend or two, fly to Italy and film a pilot about places and people that were part of a very exciting life. That was many years ago. My study visa had long since run out when I decided that maybe, after living in Siena for five years, that I should come back to the U.S., "land of opportunity". I started getting nervous about where my life was headed, and came back in search of a fulfilling career, love, and home life. It would have been risky to stay, and was an anti-risk to come home. So what if the Questura police were threatening to deport me. I had nothing but my spirit and my language ability as ammunition over there, and in retrospect, that was a lot to be certain of........ (to be continued)