Yes. I get the award. At least for (in)frequency of posts.
Well, today, lookee here, I’m blogging. So maybe the award is being ripped from my fingers by another infrequent blogger. Take it! Take it I say!
Today, I saw the movie Julie and Julia which I, of course, loved. Because it’s about food. And cooking. And butter. And bread. And cheeeese. Among other things. And because it was about Julia Child who I love dearly.
It got me thinking about a lot of things. About a love of life and of food. And about finding out what you love to do and what makes you happy.
I was very unhappy at a previous job and I did not deal well with it. I became unbearable to be around, I cried AT work on more than 1 occassion, and I complained incessantly to my friends. I had convinced myself that what I did defined me. And I remember my dear friend Lynneth telling me, it’s just a job, it’s not who you are.
I am still unable to comprehend this. If I’m not doing something, I feel useless. If I’m not bettering myself in some way with how I spend my time, then I feel I’m not spending my time wisely. I once sat and watched a 4 hour marathon of Bridezilla on the WE channel and I hated myself for the next 4 hours.
Why is what I’m doing so tied to who I think I am and how I feel? I can not answer this. All I know is that Julia Child found a way to do what she loved and bring so much of herself into it. And Julie Powell had been inspired so much by this idea that she wrapped herself up in an insane project in order to figure out who she was and what she should be doing with her life.
So, I ask myself, is this what my novel is? An insane attempt at discovering who I am and what I should be doing with my time? I think perhaps it is. If so, well…then, bon appetit…