Yesterday I watched Julie and Julia with Corey, my husband. I thought it was really cute, but it left me feeling discontent on several levels.
In the movie, Julie blogs about a one year journey through Julia Childs' cookbook. Any movie or TV show that involves a character writing leaves me with the same unsatisfied feeling. When my roommate from college and I used to watch Sex and the City (Yes. You read that correctly. I confess and repent), I would always crave to write with such style and notoriety as Carrie. (Maybe that's why in my college years I blogged so frequently...that and all the drama). With the relationship turmoil a thing past, I feel I have little to write about at this stage in my life.
Back to J&J-
Julie's determination to fulfill such a commitment was inspiring. I wondered what I could do for the next year.
Julie considered her interests. What are my interests?
Jewelry.
Sewing.
Writing.
Serving.
My husband.
The results? Nothing. A year long commitment? Are you kidding? Just the thought of committing to anthing for a year was daunting. Have you seen my schedule for the next semester? Then I considered maybe doing something every month for a year? What a cope out.
But more than the length of the commitment was the realization that I am a jack of all trades and a master of none.
Friday is my birthday and I turn 25 years old.
Friday I will be a quarter of a century old.
I have been alive on this earth for 25 years.
That's 1300 weeks.
9125 days
21900 hours
So with the dicontentment and realization of my birthday just around the corner, I went to bed asking: What have I been doing all this time?
I know what it sounds like. No this is not a pre-mid-life crisis. But it is a time to reflect.
Really, what have I been doing? Am I using my time wisely? Is there something else I need to be doing? Would God be pleased with what I am doing with this life he has given me?
Hmmm... heavy question. Off to reflect.
