I wondered what it would be like.
I’m talking about waking up in Italy after making the most life-altering choice and change of my life. I wondered if I would wake up excited, thrilled at being part of a different culture and language. Or would I I be freaking out and saying to myself, “Jed Smith, what the hell have you done? You know, there’s no going back now.”?
Thankfully, it was the former, though I did have to wake up to the enormous effort and willingness to change that would be required of me over the coming years. Eventually, I got on board, and I’ve since learned that this transformative process will continue even though I’ve been living in Italy for 10+ years now. I can pat myself on the back that I can participate robustly in casual conversations. I can feel secure that I can navigate more precise situations solo, like going to the doctor without a translator. But I’m far from having mastered speaking Italian at a more advanced level. And the Italian culture…whoa, having an appreciation and understanding of that comes through years of living it, not reading about it.
So, I’ve been a good patient and I’ve downed my reality pill. I’ll be working on these things until I draw my last breath.
Now, to speak to the BIGGER waking up.
As if the above wasn’t enough.
When you make a life change of this magnitude, you’re really moving the furniture of your life around. You’re begging to have all the old worn-out furniture (aka conditioning) exposed. And that, my friends, can be mighty uncomfortable.
It has been for me. But that discomfort was already in my sights when I decided to move to Italy. I knew, at a fundamental level, that cruising to the finish line with my old, well-worn ways of being just wasn’t an option. I knew I wanted and needed to be knocked off my cushy know-it-all and entitled American perch.
Yeah, be careful what you ask for. But the discomfort can be worth it.
Here I am, ten years later and I’m still waking up in Italy—waking up to myself, that is. And I’m practicing deep breathing more than ever.
Removing the safety of the familiar is like yanking the rug of comfort out from under your feet. For me, the crap, the stuff that hasn’t worked for me, has floated to the surface and said, “Look at me.” Once you’re aware of something, you can’t unsee it. You can try to sweep it back under the rug again. Or you can embrace the opportunity, hoping that some of the dysfunction of your life can be transformed into something heretofore unimagined.
For me, Italy has given me the space to understand some of the fundamental things I’d adopted from a very early age. For starters, a need to try and manipulate and control all forces outside of myself. I took on a don’t-trust-the-universe stance probably before I was out of first grade (thanks partly to Mrs. Anderson, my first-grade teacher, and her extreme meanness). Then somewhere along the way came my need to always be doing something and to be achieving. Starting to unwind and unpack that hyper-productivity angst isn’t something that just falls away overnight.
Now, you might be saying, “Hey, being an achiever is an admirable thing.” Yeah, you’re right, but in the correct measure. Yours truly has been supercharged much of his life, and that is flat-out exhausting, especially when you’re in a country that invites you to slow down soak in its beauty.
Overthinking vs being.
If you’re anything like me, you’ll come up against this one. When you finally see and turn down the noise of your ingrained conditioning, you might begin to consider and explore that the you that you’ve thought of as “baked and done” is actually malleable and capable of profound change.
Getting to know your escape strategies.
Italy easily can turn into yet another escape from oneself. Yet, as you are waking up in Italy, you might start seeing the many ways you’ve been chasing away times of uncomfortable feelings, looking to get a quick dopamine hit somehow. I believe Mark Zuckerberg and his team lean into that heavily for their bottom line. And watch out for how AI enters the equation and has the potential to drive all this to an even darker place.
For me, many of my escape strategies have developed to avoid boredom and worry (talk about getting trapped in circular thinking). For too much of my life, I’ve believed something was wrong if I wasn’t always surfing a feel-good state.
And those stubborn “shoulds”
“An unexamined life isn’t worth living.”
—Socrates
“Shoulds” can rule your life if you’re not aware of them. Having the space to get quiet and examine one’s life has the potential to reveal yours and allow you to challenge them. Buried underneath the mountain of conditioning that cemented these “shoulds” into place is where the truth of what really makes you happy and fulfilled resides.
But it takes work. It takes waking up and not falling back into the comfortable sleep of the familiar.
So, here I am, living in Italy at a “mature” age and I’m entering another growth spurt.
Go figure. But I’m more excited than ever. It’s like getting a second wind that will help take my life in Italy to an even more robust level. Sure, I’d like to have figured a lot of this stuff out way earlier, but I’m trusting the process, my process. I’m not suggesting that your journey will mirror mine.
“Mind Hacking”
I’ve been reading about brain plasticity for at least fifteen years. I’ve been fascinated by the breakthroughs in neuroscience that are turning long-held beliefs about the mind on their ears. The short story is that we are NOT prisoners of our past conditioning. Decades of old ways of thinking and being CAN be changed. And we can keep evolving and growing in surprising ways until our last days.
I’m reading a book called “Mind Hacking” by Sir John Hargrave. With great humor and insight, this author talks about the human brain and how it is like a computer. He talks about how our brains, our conditioned behaviors and thinking, mirror the loops that drive much of computer programming. It makes for compelling reading while offering real ways to start rewriting your own internal programming. (It was my dinner companion tonight at the port!)
“While you are certainly aware of your mind, the challenge in mind hacking is to increase your powers of awareness. From here on out, I encourage you to approach your mind with a spirit of openness and curiosity. Observe it. Imagine how it could be used differently. In other words, approach your mind like a hacker.”
– Sir John Hargrave, Mind Hacking.
Be prepared for waking up in Italy!
You may think that by moving to Italy you’re just cruising into La Dolce Vita. Sure, you’ll find that, but be prepared, changes bigger than you’ve conceived just may be in store for you!
Thank You Jed, I love your posts!!! You always seem to be just a few thoughts in front of me in the process of everything Italian! My soon to be husband and I are currently in the getting ready to retire and move to Italy stage. I’m an American that has lived in Europe as a child but I realize this will be a far more complicated adventure as everything is as you get older! Carlo, my fiance was born in Italy, but moved as a child to South Africa until moving to the U.S. in his 20’s. We are both very excited about spending our retirement exploring all things Italian, so much to Love! It will be new for both of us to live the culture for more than a few weeks at a time. Even so I can especially relate to your most resent blog in a very Big Way! I ask myself can you reinvent yourself just one more time? But then I remember, even as a child each move you can change what don’t you like about yourself or your life. Leave what have you outgrown and focus on what makes you excited about life when you arrive at your new home. Sometimes it’s easier to change when everything is different and new. Change is hard, and it’s getting even harder as I age. But I’ve found that when you are forced to become more maluable to function throughout the day it begins that new wiring of the brain if you like it or not. Italy can be frustrating with all it’s red tape, crazy drivers and cultural rules that don’t always make sense
to Americans. Yet just as soon as we get back home we start conversations about planning our next trip to Italy! I hope that is an indicator that we will be able to overcome some of our fears of making such a big move and change at this stage of our lives. Like you, we both have talked about wanting to grow into ourselves enough to accept what we can not change and stop dwelling there. I know there will be moments where we will be working on acceptence as nothing is perfect. But we’ve choosen our path and we both feel the need to grow and flourish in richer soil. The idea of shaking off some old baggage to learn to be more present and Enjoy La Dolce Vita! Sounds like a pretty wonderful adventure to us! Thanks too for the book recommendation! P.S. I loved the book “Out of Africa”, very brave heroine who lived so many life lessons and shared them with us!
Ciao Lori, My apologies for not responding sooner to your wonderful comments. What you write adds important perspective and insight into the conversation about making such a big change like moving to Italy. What I didn’t write in my blog post, and what your comments allude to, are the importance of taking chances and being willing to make mistakes and course correct. So many people just stay “locked” into a mode of living safely and predictably. In my experience, neither of those things are realities. “Shaking off some old baggage,” as you say, is part of the journey. It can be painful at times, but ultimately liberating. The beauty of creating a life in Italy awaits you!!! Thank you for writing with such insight! I’m so glad you like my blog! Jed
I adore you. Thank you.
Thank you, dear Angela!
I read your blog because I love Italy and had even thought about moving there.We did take the leap of faith and moved full time 2 years ago from a mountaintop in Vermont to a beautiful house on the beach in the Bahamas.We had been visiting here for over 25 years.The beauty here is astounding but the different culture,2nd World status of things available such as a hospital, medical care& dentist,being able to test your water,having to ship essential items( as well as items I miss), getting our Homeowners Card,banking,has also been astoundingly frustrating at times! As in Italy finding the right contractors for our do over renovation of our house is important.Also meeting other like minded full time ex pats has been hard as so many of our neighbors are only here during the winter and /or they rent their home.How do you vote in US elections without a permanent address in the US? I love your blog as we have been going to Italy every 2-3 years since 2016.I have been learning Italian on Duolingo as you advised.Grazie! Going back in 2024
Hi Lynn, What a life and adventure you’re living! Bravi! I’m so pleased you like my blog! As for voting without a permanent US address, you continue to vote legally based on your last established address. You just have to register as a being a resident living abroad with your last state of residence. Just check the website or the voter’s registry office or call them and they’ll point you in the right direction! Hope this helps! Jed
Jed this is super interesting. I can see where 10 years has taken you. I’m much newer and so still struggling with the infrastructure of life here. Mind Hacking isn’t on the table – yet- but I appreciate the introspection you’ve shared.
Thank you, Donna. Meryl Streep’s character in “Out of Africa” said something about curves in the road being there so we don’t look too far down the road. I like that because it reminds me to take life as it rolls out in front of me and to not try to figure out the whole ball of wax. As for Mind Hacking, I’m just happy to know that I can still substantively change and evolve. The key will be awareness and not trying to manhandle how and when it happens!
Another nice post, Jed! I would say, and have said, almost precisely the same things. I view it as being like a child again — with all the surprises, mysteries, and deights just waiting to be un- or dis-covered.
Its not just the sweet life… its a new life.
How often does one get that chance?
Grazie, Mark! I love how you you write, “How often does one get that chance?” Better late than never, right!