Day 12. January 13, 2012. Vafanculo and Attraversiano

I don't think I'll ever forget what the word vafanculo means.  "Fuck you!" p 69 - 72.

However, I hope I won't forget a more beautiful phrase:  attraversiamo.  "Let's cross over".  It makes sense for a person who has had a life-changing spiritual experience.  In that sense, attraversiamo could mean "let's cross over from the dark into the light, from pain and misery to happiness and joy, from suffering to freedom, from fear to faith, from doubt to hope.  One who has had such an experience could reach out their hand to one who who hasn't yet and say, "attraversiamo".

Funny, the last part of that word is "amo".  Doesn't that mean, "love"?  Like, "Let's cross over with love".

Liz writes about idioms, comparing the American, "I've been there" (makes me think of the parable of the man in the hole) to the Italian, "L'ho pravato sulla mia pelle," which means "I have experience that on my own skin".  And, nobody knows crawling skin like an alcoholic.  Giovanni's favorite American word is "half-assed" (makes me think of "half measures avail us nothing")  Luca Speghetti's is "surrender".  Nothing more needs to be said other than that's what seems to happen before one has a spiritual experience.

Liz had a spiritual experience on that one night, that late night spent weeping on her bathroom floor.  Surrender sent her back to bed.  She listened to the wisdom of God, spoken to her in her own voice, thus making her open and teachable, because more guidance and direction was coming.

I love this:  ". . . a grave miscarriage of injustice on the field."  That's just good writing.  Funny, ironic, well-said.

So, I hate my job.  Many others . . . some others . . . enough others say they could be happy anywhere.  I heard a joyful woman who was at peace with her life say, "I could be happy anywhere, even working at McDonalds".  She seemed to be full of love and peace.  So, am I ungrateful?  Am I still a selfish, self-centered prick for not appreciating my job, not wanting to grow there or succeed there in the eyes of others?  I want to be helpful.  At least, I know I ought to want to be helpful.  I know for sure I want to be free from the bondage of that job.

So, what am I going to do about it?  I have a piece I wrote in December that I have yet to submit to writing contests.  I haven't (when this was originally written) pulled the trigger on my blog idea.  I've stalled on my book idea.

Do I humble myself or do I begrudgingly go about my tasks?  Choice "B".  How do I break out of it, the begrudging part?  I'm thinking about it all wrong if I think by suffering through my current state, I'm going to get what I want in the end.  I ought to keep the faith for God will provide.  If we don't like where we are, attraversaimo.