November 12, 2018
Today, I feel like Elizabeth Gilbert in the novel, “Eat, Pray, Love” and I’m about to embark on an exciting, new life chapter.
If you haven’t read “Eat, Pray, Love” then perhaps open a new tab and quickly wiki to catch up with me or be a maverick and roll with context clues. (When did wiki become a verb?)
There are similarities in our stories, but mostly a divergence.
Let’s see how things line up.
I don’t eat Italian food because A: I have no metabolism on deck anymore. She (my metabolism) said, “I’m leaving you – permanently.” and B. Gluten intolerance. Italy isn’t going to make the cut food-wise.
I don’t pray and I don’t remember how the connection between India and praying played out in the book. Meditating maybe, but praying? I think the “Pray” part is misleading. I do meditate using a mobile app. Is that meditative cheating? I could meditate and do yoga in India. Definitely doable.
I am walking a similar path as the author with a broken marriage, yes, but she didn’t mention anything about a broken bank account. Instead of finding solace, healing and love in a foreign setting; I intend to do this a little differently. I will love and honor myself through meditation and yoga with the occasional swipe through a dating app. Bali was on my list, but it dropped off when I saw the hordes of instagrammers in Bali faking pics and fooling followers. Desire lost.
FIRE (Financially Independent Retiring Existentially) Gen-X style.
Join me as I money, meditate and meander my way to authenticity and financial independence (and share my toolbox with you along the way).
Eat, Pray, Love subtly transforms to money, meditate and meander.
The 3 M’s.