"Life is strange."

Candles inside the Duomo in Milano, Italy

You know how they say things come to you as soon as you stop looking for them (or something to that effect)? Well, it's true. Especially with people. You can want and want and want someone to notice you, talk to you, etc., and as long as you're focused on that, you (a) miss everything else, possibly other great things/people and (b) that someone will never submit to your (albeit silent) will. You finally move on, focus on other things, and then boom. Weeks later, they may as well have fallen directly into your lap, for the effect their attention has on you.

They (as to who 'they' are, I'm still working on this, and will let you know soon) also say that good things come to those who wait. This phenomenon has been revealed to me a few times recently as well...the most recent example being this past week, when the final payoff of skating 24+ hours in 4 days was a full run-through of our senior long program that we had only learned in said 4 days. It was worth the numb feet, numb fingers; the sore legs, sore arms, and heavy eyelids. Even though we were exhausted by the last hour on Saturday morning, I felt our team come together to pull this one last thing off, as a combination celebration of being done with a really hard week and a thank you to the choreographers and coaches who were with us the entire way.

"ora sono qui, voglio sorridere." Gianna Nannini, "Maledetto Ciao"

amore per sempre,
mers.

"Sometimes we just get through it, and that's all we can ask for."

Firenze, Italy

So, as much as I enjoy writing in my journal, there's something about typing my thoughts that allows me to better express them. Thus, at approximately 2 AM EST on the 22nd of September, 2009, this blog was born.

I won't say how religiously I'll write on here because I honestly do not know. I don't want to force anything - I want my writing to be easy, flowing and natural (while I'm on it, I'd also like life to be this way...but one thing at a time, right?).

Now is not one of those times, but it seemed necessary to write something in honor of my blog's creation.

“Everyone eventually leaves the game. Imagine for a moment you’re attending a testimonial dinner in honor of your retirement from competition. Maybe you’re retiring after high school or college or at the end of a professional career. Maybe you’re a weekend warrior. Your friends are at the banquet and so are all your coaches, former teammates and those you competed against. Each one stands up and says a few words about your character and how you played the game. What would they say? What would you want them to say?”

amore per sempre,
mers.