Why I &hearts Julie Powell...

Yet again I'm caught in the web that Julie weaves..

My mother today said I need to take a break.  And she may be right, for all that my cooking has not been so strenuous of late.  I am feeling much, particularly, the failure these days.  It is not turning thirty so much as it is the eventual turning forty, the fear that I will go another decade without doing a goddamned thing worth doing.  What have for the past decade, after all?  A husband – a divine husband, it must be said, which would be a significant accomplishment if the fact was not that by all rights he ought to divorce me -- and the Julie/Julia Project.  Some of you optimists might argue that the best is yet to come, and the sentiment is appreciated.  But bitterness is my special gift, and for the moment I choose to wallow in it.

From her post on 4/21/03.

Oh how I know this!! I freaked out at 30 going what the hell have I done with my life and what is the next decade going to be. So in spite of the years of lethargy, ambivalence, discontentment, I'm trying to do something different. Really it is somewhat of a bitch, being lazy is sooo much easier, all I had to do is complain. Now I have to push myself... oh to not get up early to ride a damn bike for 30 minutes.