Julie & Julia: Please, Me Next!
Ok, before I say anything else about my Six Word Saturday, I feel that I must put another link to my 100th post, where I have my first Giveaway!
Alrighty, so I'm sitting here at 2:52 in the morning, watching Julie & Julia and blogging, instead of doing something productive like, you know, sleeping.
Four days of working late and no sleep later, I'm watching the scene where she has an utter breakdown on the kitchen floor, just as that guy from the Christian Science Monitor calls, wanting to do an interview. And I feel as though I'm at that stage where I'm broken down on the floor. (Only it would take a really terrible breakdown for me to willingly sit on that floor.)
But the hope I get from that is the fact that she did get a breakthrough moment. Just when things were the worst they could ever be, when Julie was covered in stuffing and raw chicken, sobbing on the floor, she got a phone call, a call that gave her hope, that renewed her sense of purpose, and strengthened her resolve.
And if you've seen the movie, you'll know that the interview didn't quite turn out the way that she was expecting. She was hoping for a book deal (aren't we all), and it didn't quite happen. Well, at least not then. (I mean hello, this is a movie based on a true story. Clearly something turned out right for Julie in the end.)
So perhaps I'm still just in the kitchen. Maybe I haven't even dropped the chicken yet (oh God please say that isn't so). But perhaps I'm still just waiting for my phone call.
I'm just sitting here on the floor (metaphorically), waiting for my breakthrough, my Julie & Julia moment.
Bring it on.