Julia, Opinions, Warts and All.
Sep. 16th, 2009 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_kateIt's still too hot where I live. It would be cool enough to do things in the morning but that's when my body wants to sleep. The last few days I've been way not feeling well and that usually causes me to get back to basics.
Most of us know that it's good to love ourselves as we are, not to compare ourselves to others and to accept where we're at while moving towards something better. Easier said than done. I was able to practice it for a few hours this afternoon as I slowly roused from an unpleasant place. As I fumbled in the kitchen I practiced being very patient with my clumsiness and how I did things. As I took a shower and moisturized my face I was actually able to be caring and non-critical of my body for a short time. Maybe it was easier because I spent a few days alone and had tuned out other people, I don't know. It just felt that I had enough space to briefly pay some attention to getting to know myself and really look in all my weirdness, quirkiness, quaintness, warts and all. After all, there never has been and never will be another just like me and it would be sad to get through this life and never get to know myself.
Yesterday I did manage to get out and see a matinee of "Julie and Julia". I enjoyed it. After feeling numb and apathetic, I laughed a lot and cried a little. It was lovely looking at all that food and watching someone do a project that I will never, ever do. My favorite thing of the whole film was watching Julia's relationship with her husband. Oh, to have a husband like Paul Child. I came home and looked up some information on their marriage and of course ran into criticism of the Julie part of the film. Maybe she was using Julia and being selfish and narcissistic. I just wanted to enjoy the film.
As usual, several big names in the media have done things that everyone seems to have opinions about but I noticed I don't get worked up about things like that anymore. I don't think I'm going too far with that but I am really in more of a live-and-let-live-mode these days. It's just that I'm finding that I can easily do without so many things and activities.
I just began a Victorian mystery by a youngish writer named Charles Finch. It's called "A Beautiful Blue Death." I am so pleased that there are those of the younger generation continuing to write books I enjoy reading. I also love Deanna Raybourn. I wait and wait for her books and then read them in a day or two when I get a new one.
Most of us know that it's good to love ourselves as we are, not to compare ourselves to others and to accept where we're at while moving towards something better. Easier said than done. I was able to practice it for a few hours this afternoon as I slowly roused from an unpleasant place. As I fumbled in the kitchen I practiced being very patient with my clumsiness and how I did things. As I took a shower and moisturized my face I was actually able to be caring and non-critical of my body for a short time. Maybe it was easier because I spent a few days alone and had tuned out other people, I don't know. It just felt that I had enough space to briefly pay some attention to getting to know myself and really look in all my weirdness, quirkiness, quaintness, warts and all. After all, there never has been and never will be another just like me and it would be sad to get through this life and never get to know myself.
Yesterday I did manage to get out and see a matinee of "Julie and Julia". I enjoyed it. After feeling numb and apathetic, I laughed a lot and cried a little. It was lovely looking at all that food and watching someone do a project that I will never, ever do. My favorite thing of the whole film was watching Julia's relationship with her husband. Oh, to have a husband like Paul Child. I came home and looked up some information on their marriage and of course ran into criticism of the Julie part of the film. Maybe she was using Julia and being selfish and narcissistic. I just wanted to enjoy the film.
As usual, several big names in the media have done things that everyone seems to have opinions about but I noticed I don't get worked up about things like that anymore. I don't think I'm going too far with that but I am really in more of a live-and-let-live-mode these days. It's just that I'm finding that I can easily do without so many things and activities.
I just began a Victorian mystery by a youngish writer named Charles Finch. It's called "A Beautiful Blue Death." I am so pleased that there are those of the younger generation continuing to write books I enjoy reading. I also love Deanna Raybourn. I wait and wait for her books and then read them in a day or two when I get a new one.
