UPDATED May 9, 2021
We all know someone called Francesco (formerly known as Frank. I once wrote that I, Francesco, am different. The truth is I’m not. I’m just like you. What I mean is, like you, I’m looking for my place in this world. I am searching for the meaning in what I do every day. Yes, I’ve experienced things most have not. Losing my only child, destitute with the loss of my company, broken relationships, and now the loss of my mother. What I’ve realized through all my experiences is that we are resilient beings. We can be beaten down in many ways and yet from the ground or ashes we pick ourselves up and press forward. In essence like the symbolic Phoenix, we can be reborn and come back stronger.
We fight for what we believe. We hold strong to our values. And eventually, we figure out a few things along the way that make our life easier and more satisfying. We start to understand what’s important and what brings meaning to life.
We all experience things that make us who we are and it’s through the sharing of these experiences that we can teach each other and help one another grow. At 60 I feel like I have so much more to learn. Sometimes I feel like I’ve made little progress especially in the arena of relationships.
Life always has a way of working out and I hope that through my words in this journey, through my fumbling through this life, in my miss-takes and re-takes and writing about all this, that I can somehow inspire you to greater things. More than anything, more than believing, KNOW that you are now and always will be okay.
I recently felt a drawing closer or calling to my roots. In this, I have realized that I am longing for my birth name, Francesco. It was MY name at birth and it distinguishes me and provides the uniqueness of me. I have started using my name and although awkward at times, it feels good. Thank you for reading and hanging out in my blog … more to come.