{"id":1544,"date":"2013-03-16T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-15T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/35.224.237.165\/index.php\/2019\/02\/25\/eat-pray-labyrinth-how-i-found-myself-stuck-in-a-labyrinth\/"},"modified":"2019-02-26T04:57:50","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T21:57:50","slug":"eat-pray-labyrinth-how-i-found-myself-stuck-in-a-labyrinth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/2013\/03\/16\/eat-pray-labyrinth-how-i-found-myself-stuck-in-a-labyrinth\/","title":{"rendered":"Eat Pray Labyrinth: How I Found Myself, Stuck In A Labyrinth"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"<\/p>\n

By Antonia Salisbury<\/a><\/h6>\n
Oct. 17, 2017<\/h6>\n

Eat, Pray, Labyrinth: How I found myself, stuck in a labyrinth. <\/delete>This is the story of how I, an American woman in my mid-thirties, recently divorced, and above-ground, began to search for a divine everything. My journey began when I realized that my life was directionless,<\/insert> and now I am very much underground. One day I was where you are, above ground, and now I am eternally trapped in a Ionian<\/insert>Greco-Roman<\/delete> maze, underground. <\/p>\n

When I first found myself in the sprawling, subterranean labyrinth, <\/insert>I thought back to my travels in Italy, but this was no time reminisce about past romance and food<\/insert>. I am, after all, contained by a complex branching maze. When you think about it, life is just one complex branching maze – one with unexpected turns and dead-ends and no sun and no escaping and a live Minotaur. <\/p>\n

This massive, perverted sewer–<\/insert> <\/delete>Ikea has led me back to a true-self. Within the confines of this life-size Algernon puzzle, I am Gandhi<\/insert>Ghandi<\/delete>. I am Nelson Mandela. I am Jim Carrey and Nicole Richie and anyone else who doesn\u2019t exist inside the labyrinth. I wish I wasn\u2019t, but I am also a swamp-beast hybrid between Seth MacFarlane and Gordon Ramsay. Say what you will about womanhood and, in return, I will say this: <\/p>\n

Eat, Pray, Labyrinth. Go to Italy to eat. Go to India to pray. But whatever you do, don’t take the same wrong turn I did after and end up in the Labyrinth. <\/insert>Italy, Yoga class, This chicken is raw!, Labyrinth.<\/delete><\/p>\n<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Antonia Salisbury Oct. 17, 2017 Eat, Pray, Labyrinth: How I found myself, stuck in a labyrinth. This is the story of how I, an American woman in my mid-thirties, recently divorced, and above-ground, began to search for a divine everything. My journey began when I realized that my life was directionless, and now I am very much underground. One day I was where you are, above ground, and now I am eternally trapped in a IonianGreco-Roman maze, underground. When I first found myself in the sprawling, subterranean labyrinth, I thought back to my travels in Italy, but this was no time reminisce about past romance and food. I am, after all, contained by a complex branching maze. When you think about it, life is just one complex branching maze – one with unexpected turns and dead-ends and no sun and no escaping and a live Minotaur. This massive, perverted sewer– Ikea has led me back to a true-self. Within the confines of this life-size Algernon puzzle, I am GandhiGhandi. I am Nelson Mandela. I am Jim Carrey and Nicole Richie and anyone else who doesn\u2019t exist inside the labyrinth. I wish I wasn\u2019t, but I am also a swamp-beast hybrid between Seth MacFarlane and Gordon Ramsay. Say what you will about womanhood and, in return, I will say this: Eat, Pray, Labyrinth. Go to Italy to eat. Go to India to pray. But whatever you do, don’t take the same wrong turn I did after and end up in the Labyrinth. Italy, Yoga class, This chicken is raw!, Labyrinth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-komono"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1544"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2577,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1544\/revisions\/2577"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}