#2 In which I ate one-third of an 18″ inch pizza.

I’ve already known that pizza is for mindlessly eating, for Sunday afternoons when there’s not much else to choose from. Never mind that it’s Vegetarian (or that I washed it down with Light Coke), the point being that I am not exactly on a weight-gain program. And I ate 3 huge slices that I absolutely have to deliberately sweat-out on the elliptical trainer. Thankfully, guilt and shame can produce positive behavior on erring humans.

#1 Beginning

The first post is always as awkward as an attempt to small talk, when trapped in a room with a stranger, and it gets to a point when staying silent feels colder than saying something awkward and regretting it later.

It has to be the right words, you wish — sincere, devoid of contrivance, leaving you with no need to live up to the image.

Appassionata — it’s all about trying to unleash of myself without censoring. Without faking to look any better or worse. Without apologies for insecurity, for fluff. Or for being apologetic or boring. It’s all about passion, finding it, to bring it out again. Here, in this space.