Today would have been Julia Child’s 100th birthday. While many news outlets are lauding her great culinary accomplishments and, no doubt, food bloggers are cooking up a few of her recipes, I am remembering her today for a different reason: Julia Child was a late bloomer.
She didn’t find her calling in life until she was 32 years old (Yes, I know that 32 isn’t “old,” but three decades is a long time to be rather aimless in life!). In fact, cooking wasn’t even something she was able to do very well when she first started out.
This merely proves that necessity is indeed the mother of invention. When Child couldn’t do the “normal” things women of her age and era were supposed to do–raise babies, entertain in suburbia–she had to find something to take up her time. That led to the discovery of her great passion and the skill that made her famous, cooking.
I’ve been convinced, through many different periods of my life, that I, too, am a late bloomer. At times, the temptation to compare oneself with others is just too great; social media doesn’t help. I’ve learned over the years that I don’t do things in my life when other people expect me to, or when I’m “supposed” to according to some imaginary continuum. Though it’s a fact I’ve proved over and over to myself at virtually every age, sometimes I need reminding that it isn’t a bad thing to be late in discovering or doing something that others have already taken to with abandon.
Individuals like Julia Child remind people like me that there’s still time for us, especially if we embrace our inner geek:
“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.”
Joyeux anniversaire, Julia! I’m raising a glass of sweet verMOUTH to you today.