Fire in the veins

Midway through my root touch-up and deep into a chick mag, I was reading an article about a young American woman on vacation in Italy. The article was good, but the pull-quote stopped me in my tracks:

          “Fuoco nelle vene.”

In Italian it means fire in the veins, and it’s the phrase associated with a confident Italian woman who lives life with passion.

You can picture one immediately, I’m sure. For me, it’s Sophia Loren, with her big wavy hair, vixen cat eyes, and enviable bosom. She’s a buxom broad who ooooozes sexuality.

I think this gorgeous phrase stopped me for a few reasons.

I immediately thought of a few of my girlfriends. These *are not* girls, by any means. These are women who set the world on fire with humor, brilliance and perspective, and they do it in stilettos or sneakers, all the while maintaining their fabulosity (thank you Kimora).

Also, anything in Italian usually sounds pretty sexy and “fuoco nelle vene” may top all.

But, mostly, I just identified with it. Not because I’m some buxom beauty. I can’t even fill a b-cup since having babies. But simply because I know I will do something substantial with my life, and everyday I’m learning and working toward what that may be. ”Fuoco nelle vene” is what sustains me on my journey.

What also sustains me is my curiosity and the humor I find in everyday moments – sitting in traffic, chatting with my girls, listening to the imaginative thoughts of my kids, or recounting ridiculous lines from my favorite movies.

This blog is for that stuff. The fun. The dreams. The perspective. The passion.

Ahhh….fuoco nelle vene.

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