La Dolce Vita

Although I knew what the phrase meant, I didn't fully understand it until my senior year of college. It was at the end of another drunken, racous and energy filled Thursday night. During a drunken rambling with one of my best friends, I expressed how great it was to be young, healthy, full of potential, and have the support of family and friends to do anything I wanted. My friend turned toward me, and with a very content smile on his face said, "It's La Dolce Vita, baby."

However, over the past year, I've learned that the sweet life, or being content, is not really determined by your life circumstances. Rather, it's how you live your life and how you approach your life circumstances.

I'd like this blog to serve as a journal for a new chapter in my life, as an instructor for PickUp 101, a company dedicated to making the lives of men and women better.

Oh, and I don't speak Italian fluently. I, like many other Italian-Americans of my generation, only learned the good stuff. I can say: fuck you, I love you, I want to eat, and I have to go to the bathroom. So basically, everything I really need to say in life, I can say in Italian.

Caio.