Pizza philosophy

Michelle came over for what was supposed to be a quick form check on her new strength routine. Somehow we ended up sitting on my yoga mats with leftover pizza, and she’s telling me I need to stop overthinking my career path because ‘you can’t plan passion, Elena, it just shows up.’

Pizza philosophy

This is the same woman who schedules her grocery shopping in fifteen-minute increments and color-codes her workout clothes by muscle group. But here she is, waving a slice of pepperoni around like some sort of motivational speaker, explaining how I’m too focused on having everything figured out instead of just doing the work I love.

The really annoying part is that she’s completely right. I’ve been so worried about whether the cultural workshop expansion is the ‘right’ next step that I haven’t stopped to notice how much I actually enjoy the planning process. Michelle caught me mid-ramble about budget allocations and just said, ‘Elena, you light up when you talk about this stuff. Stop making it so complicated.’

The moment Michelle realized she’d been giving relationship advice to someone whose boyfriend makes breakfast burritos from scratch.

Sometimes the best training sessions don’t involve any actual training at all.