I went to see Eat, Pray, Love last night….

I did not really enjoy the book and thought I would try the movie. It was pleasant, the locales were beautiful, the actors nice enough but the angst of Liz again left me flat.

I guess what bothered me was the complete self absorption of her character. Her life was not that bad in the big scheme of things, many women would probably happily change places with her at her lowest point….

and….. there are hundreds of women I am sure who would love to take off and go traveling to”find themselves” given the opportunity but have no money, are looking after kids, parents, have job commitments, health problems and are trapped by these constraints. Liz had nothing to hold her back and someone offering to pay her to go “out there” Hello? I think the harder thing would have been to stay.

I love the idea of finding yourself. I love the idea of travel, I adore travel….. one always grows and sometimes gets uncomfortable and meets new people and discovers other ways of doing things and just being. I dunno, this personal odessey of Liz’s really baffled me, not the travels, they were fun to read about, just all the fuss about it.

Maybe I am jealous. Who doesn’t have things they would like to escape from, areas of personna they would like to explore, open tracts of time to fill with personal adventures and not have to worry about someone else. Not mention have it all paid for? What was the big deal? What did she do that was so amazing?

I think that’s what I don’t get. Countless women given the same opportunities would do a trip like that in a heartbeat. What am I missing? I know I must be missing something, this book was a huge sensation, why? Was she living out our fantasies?