But the weird thing is that 20 years later, during the crazy ride of "Eat, Pray, Love," I found myself identifying all over again with that unpublished young diner waitress who I used to be, thinking about her constantly, and feeling like I was her again, which made no rational sense whatsoever because our lives could not have been more different.
Ale divné je, že dvacet let poté, během šílené jízdy s "Jíst, meditovat, milovat", jsem se znovu ztotožňovala s tou odmítanou mladou servírkou, kterou jsem dříve byla;  pořád jsem na ni myslela, a znovu se cítila jako ona, což nedávalo žádný smysl, protože naše životy se nemohly lišit víc.