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Once upon a time, Eat, Pray, Love felt like a soul-searching journey filled with self-discovery and transformation. Now? It just sounds like an all-inclusive dream vacation I desperately need.
Eat: The Luxury of a Hot Meal 🍝
Remember when “eating” meant leisurely enjoying a meal, savoring every bite, maybe even pairing it with a glass of wine? These days, I’m lucky if I get through a sandwich without a tiny human demanding a bite (or the entire thing). A vacation where I get to sit at a café, order exactly what I want, and eat it while it’s still hot? That’s the real dream.
Pray: Five Minutes of Uninterrupted Silence 🙏
Julia Roberts went to an ashram in India to meditate and find inner peace. I, too, would love to sit in stillness, but at this stage in life, I’d settle for five minutes alone in my own bathroom without someone knocking on the door asking for snacks. Imagine an entire week of quiet reflection, uninterrupted naps, and no one yelling “MOM!” while I try to breathe deeply. Divine.
Love: Reconnecting With Myself 💕
In Eat, Pray, Love, the journey ends with a beautiful romance. My fantasy version? Falling back in love with myself—sleeping in, reading a book (without pictures), and rediscovering what it feels like to exist outside of my daily mom duties. Maybe even drinking my coffee while it’s still hot.
The Mom’s Version of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’
Forget a year-long adventure. If someone gave me a long weekend of amazing food, quiet moments, and guilt-free relaxation, I’d call it a life-changing experience. Until then, I’ll keep sneaking bites of my kid’s mac and cheese, meditating in the car during school pickup, and dreaming of a solo trip that doesn’t involve a grocery store run.
