Inspiration

There have been a few things knocking around in my brain over the last few days.  First of all, there’s a tv show that I adore.  It’s called “Who Do You Think You Are?”  Each week a celebrity sets out to trace their ancestry.  It’s fascinating and so moving to me.  It’s amazing to watch the incredible draw these people feel for their ancestors.  They are so excited to hear stories of those who lived long before them but passed a name or a trait or an ideal down to them.  It’s really the Spirit of Elijah, the hearts of the sons are turned to their fathers.  There’s something thrilling about it.

I recently read “My Life In France” about Julia Child.  It’s a fascinating read, but more importantly it has seemed to have unearthed something in me I never thought I had – ambition.  She was 37 years old when she decided to learn to cook.   Her occupation, her passion, wasn’t part of her life until she was 37.  I’m really not sure why that was so earth-shattering to me.  Maybe it’s because I’m 37 and I have been feeling lately a little old and past my prime.  As Joshua gets older every day, I’ve had to face the likelihood that he’s probably our last.  It breaks my heart, and I’ve been feeling a little lost. I’ve never really thought much past raising kids.  What then?  But, if an extremely tall, unique voiced, not very pretty woman from Pasadena, CA can master French cooking, write a ground-breaking cookbook, pioneer tv cooking shows, and do it all after 37 years old – suddenly there seems to be a lot of options for me.  I have no idea what they may be, but now I feel like I still have time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.  Thank you, Julia.

Abby found one of our cordless phones that has been lost for about a year.  I cannot explain how happy finding lost things makes me.  Plus now we’re back  up to three phones for the girls to use and then take somewhere really random and inconvenient and leave it there. Good night.