I was watching Julie and Julia while folding laundry this morning, and found myself checking out the interview bit that they run while the credits are rolling. Nora Ephron was talking about how Julia Childs didn't become "Julia Childs" till she decided to embrace French cookery at the age of 50. That within a week of starting her "mission" she'd found her destiny.
Am I the only one who finds that a little offputting? That basically she was nothing, had nothing to show for 50 years of existance until she mastered wholesale duck butchery??
God help us, I hope people have more sense than that. I'm 42, and have spent the majority of my adult existence doing just that....existing. Doing the day to days, having ups and downs, exceptional moments that didn't last long enough and crappy days that lasted for weeks. Does this mean that I'm yet to become me? That there's some line in the sand, some prerequisite "thing" that I must achieve before I can stand up and say "yep, I'm definately Kjirsten Hartwell". Bullshit. I AM WHO I AM. Beware.
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Yeah it's a bit sad that she thought she was nothing until then. But us? We don't need to be public figures to feel as though we are someone. The most important someone I've been for all these years is mother and wife. The me I was before that? Stay tuned, there is a new me emerging, and I like it!
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