Julia Child was 36 when she moved to France with her husband, Paul Child. It was then that she first tried French cuisine and decided she must make it accessible for Americans to make as well. It is easy to think that Julia Child, or any high profile person that has achieved great things doing what they love, may have just gotten lucky or had no doubts along the way about what they were trying to accomplish. But what I love about Julia Child is that she didn’t even start to cook until she was closer to 40 than 20. She had many roles before publishing her two volume cookbook (among many others), getting a PBS show, and becoming a ‘top chef’ – she went to Smith college to become a writer, went the NYC after graduation to work in advertising where she eventually got fired, and later she worked in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) as the liaison for U.S. government officials and their intelligence officers in Washington D.C. which was where she would meet her husband.
When we get out of college, we have a rosy picture of immediately diving into our career and continuing on a straight path, but in fact, life gives us so many twists and turns. If there is one thing Julia Child’s life has demonstrated, it is that it is never to late to change your mind, change your passion, or to start to live out a dream. Her book, My Life in France, is truly inspiring as she takes you through her adventure of learning to cook as a true beginner in one of the toughest cooking programs in France.
“Find something you’re passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.”
“Upon reflection, I decided I had three main weaknesses: I was confused (evidenced by a lack of facts, an inability to coordinate my thoughts, and an inability to verbalize my ideas); I had a lack of confidence, which cause me to back down from forcefully stated positions; and I was overly emotional at the expense of careful, ‘scientific’ though. I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.”
“Valentine cards had become a tradition of ours, born of the fact that we could never get ourselves organized in time to send out Christmas cards.”