Happy Endings.

Of all the books and consequently the movies that have been made about women changing their lives, traveling the world and finding themselves, to only then find the man they are looking for... This has been so much more fortuitous, dramatic, action packed and glistening with lessons to be learned and rewards for risks taken. Elizabeth Gilbert, eat my dust! I have longed for this moment, thinking that forever I might live in the shadow of Eat, Pray, Love. While I may do all those things, it is not quite for me. And why is there still always the happy ending in a man's arms? Can't the journey and the adventure be enough for a good story and even a good movie? If it doesn't end in a man's arms is it not a valid journey? When will my story be worth writing? Or is it already? PHOTO: Sierra overlooking Split, Croatia, more beautiful than I had though possible.