There comes a time in our lives when we feel like we need a break. A moment of down time. Time for yourself to do a lot less of whatever it is you usually do. I’m talking serious take it easy time. After one year of extreme makeovers, the big move, and getting settled in, I just felt like I had given every drop of energy my body had to give. I felt kaput, (for my Italian readers kaput means destroyed, ruined, not working) KO. (which means knocked out)
As though my brain had gone off and found a better body. (this last one I have not yet ruled out)
I decided that I need to some how rejuvenate myself. (Or as my Italian friends would say ‘riprenderti’.)
OBVIOUSLY, the amount of time it takes to feel rejuvenated varies from person to person.
I decided the first step for me was some time spent doing a good old fashion bit of NOTHING. (Something that does not come easy to me.) An entire week (ok, so it was a bit more than a week)when I really just did nothing. By the way nothing still means bringing and picking up kids at 2 different schools, mom taxi after school, plus all the regular stuff mom’s have to do.
I told my Italian sister-in-law that I couldn’t figure out where all my energy had suddenly disappeared to. She told me I needed to take some ‘ricostituente’. Which I had to google because I after 10+ years here, I still don’t know what that means, and the translation came up as tonic treatment. Well, I definitely want to feel more tonic I thought. I went to the pharmacy and asked for ‘ristruente’ obviously, because the little piece of paper I wrote ricostituente on was left on the table at home. Fortunately, the woman in the pharmacy was very nice and showed me about 5 different brands of ‘ricostituente’, (pappa reale, ginseng etc.) all promising to help you get your bounce back. Each and every one of them costing a small fortune. I tell the woman I need to think about it a minute and buy some chew-able vitamin C tablets. We are full of vitamin C tablets, but I feel sort of like I have to buy something. I walk out the door of the pharmacy to the busy bustling streets of Milan. The weather is warm the sky is blue, the trees are in blossom. The Milanese people are dressed perfectly, immaculate from head to toe in the proper spring attire. (Cotton pants not too heavy, not to light, cardigans on top of perfectly pressed shirts..) This makes me smile.
I pop a vitamin C in my mouth and I make a plan to go to the gym, eat more fruit and vegetables, start writing again. I feel better already.