I was going to blog about something else today. Instead, I’ve found myself caught up in the life and death of Steve Jobs, and moved by the speech he gave to Stanford’s graduating class of 2005.
Eight million of you have already seen it, but just in case, I’ve inserted it into this post. I think it’s that important. I think listening to anyone with powerful words of wisdom is that important. I think anything that helps you keep your on eye on the prize even in the face of your greatest adversity, is that important.
Here are my favorite moments from that video that I hope will inspire me for years to come:
“You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something; your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference.”
People have been asking whether going to Europe with hubbie brought back a romantic spark.
My answer: Not really. But, I didn’t come back from Europe feeling like we should get a divorce either.
Maybe because on our last night in Massa Lubrensa when I woke up at one in the morning, ran to the bathroom, slid back into bed, and started nudging him, freaking out, “I just got my period, holy shit, it’s our last night in Italy, oh my god, we’re not going to have sex on our European vacation. Do something! Save our marriage!” He did.
He grabbed a towel, got on top of me, and we started fumbling, angrily, passionately, and had sex; and it wasn’t mind-blowing, but it felt connected on some other level, like we understood what we both needed, like there was still something left between us, and so, in fact, hubbie did save our marriage that night.
Getting lost in Paris is easy. Hubbie tells me (and I concur) that the city was not built on a grid, so the streets randomly go in all directions. Although I’m sure if we asked the right person there would be a method to the randomness.
I feel like the unwinding is finally beginning. Perhaps because I’m not jet lagged anymore, perhaps because our place in Paris is this perfect little studio in a perfect part of town.
