Last Monday night, I was watching Eat, Pray, Love and sobbing into my gown. It was one of those cries that I didn’t even expect to cry; especially after a day of completing activities that were supposed to be good for my body.
Yet, as Julia Roberts exclaims in the film that she was trying (!!) and that praying, meditation and being still with herself was not working. Even divorcing who she thought was the love of her life and leaving her life behind (a life she actively chose) to travel for a year wasn’t “working” so what more could she possibly do? How much more chanting in Sanskrit could she muster? Was there a date in her calendar she could circle for when this could all be over?
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