Yesterday was one of those days. I had a bit of a sore throat and my fiancé knew I wasn’t feeling well. So what did he do?
He went grocery shopping for some of my favorite foods, and went to the library to rent a couple of movies. We built a fort in our living room, he cooked dinner, and we just stayed home making the best of my not-feeling-so-hot.
One of those movies was one I have wanted to see for quite some time called, Julie & Julia. The long time that I’ve wanted to see it has been about 2 weeks, since it was advised to me in a writing class that I took 2 Saturdays ago. The instructor suggested it for bloggers and budding writers, and damn was she ever right.
If you haven’t seen it, it’s a simple feel good plot, juxtaposing the lives of a government worker, Julie, in modern day New York, and Julia Child, as she was finding her way to Parisian cooking fame in the 1950’s. Meryl Steep and Amy Adams played loveable parts, extremely relatable to me in my situation.
The big ties that these women had in common were that they both were searching for their purpose in life, loved food, cooking, and both were writers. Julia Child stumbled into a cookbook writing opportunity in her journey to find her passion in life while living in Paris. Julie decided to start a blog about cooking her way through the aforementioned cookbook. There are few plot twists and little angst, so it was an easy watch leaving me feeling good about the general world, believing that if I busted my ass like these women did, maybe I could get somewhere too.
Also, I was deeply craving anything French to eat, and would have killed for a Brie smothered baguette.
There were a few things I was left dealing with afterwards however. Both of these women had the most incredible and supportive husbands, who stood behind them in their journeys. My fiancé certainly fits the same bill. Could this mean I have a chance too?
Julie had a terrible, awful government job, and found that blog writing pulled her away from this work. The blog gave her hope outside of a thankless profession. My job isn’t awful and terrible, but blog writing is something that is completely mine, and really the only place where I truly don’t have to answer to anyone.
The challenge I am facing today is the same that I face just about every Monday. Yes, it is Tuesday so it’s not quite so bad, but I would give anything to be able to stay in this chair in my living room writing. The very last thing I want to do is go to my office, and currently I’m measuring just how sore my throat still is and if that will be enough of an excuse to call in sick and perhaps finally get this new website put together.
Oh the things I could get done! All my different supporting pages could finally be written. I could upload proper pictures that fit the theme and purpose of this blog, so that those images currently revolving on the carousel at the top of the page isn’t Scott and I being newly engaged. I could get all of the widgets I want put into place, and figure out what I’m supposed to do with my old blogging space on wordpress.com!
But, I can’t. Julia Child may have had the good fortune to live in Paris and take cooking classes for fun, but I don’t have this luxury. And neither did Julie – she still had to go to that government job for the year that she was completing her challenge of cooking all of Julia Child’s recipes. But at the end of the movie, things got better for both women.
There are two particular moments that got me out of bed at 5:45am this morning. The first was when Julia opened an envelope outside her new home in Massachusetts, and the incredible joyful shrieking that occurred. As I type this, the memory brings goose bumps to my arms. That moment when after many rejections and heartbreaks she learned an editor finally wanted to publish her cookbook. The other moment was after Julie was interviewed by the New York Times about her blog, and the story was published for all of New York to read. When she returned home from work that day there were 63 messages on her machine, all from radio hosts, magazine editors, television producers, wanting to offer her deals and ways that they can use her story.
So alas, I must bid you a farewell for now. And hopefully this evening I can get a little more work done. A happy Tuesday to you, whoever may be reading this. I do hope that you are there and that you have a wonderful day and start to this week.