A few days ago, I was blindsided by the news.
Julie Powell had passed away.
I admit — my knowledge about Ms. Powell was largely limited to what I had read in her memoir, Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously, and what I had seen in the movie adaptation starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams.
I remember leaving the movie theater with my husband, and trying to decide what to go eat. (There really is no choice — after watching the movie, you have to go eat.) I also remember my husband telling me I should start a blog, too.
At that time, my husband knew I enjoyed writing. He knew I wanted to write more. But he also knew that between my teaching career and our young son, there wasn’t a whole lot of extra time left for my writing.
But, because he knows me so well, my husband also knew that if I had a deadline, a self-imposed assignment, I would do what I needed to do to complete my assignment.
That was the start of my first blog. A blog I called “Wendy’s Weekly Words.” A blog I published on Wednesdays to keep the W-theme going. A blog that was all over the place in terms of what I wrote about.
Still, it got me to prioritize my writing time which got me writing on a regular basis. It led me to my current blog; the blog you’re reading now, which exists on my own website.
And it all started from a movie that only existed because of the book that came before it.
And that’s the full-circle of this — words have power. The power to lift and inspire and encourage.
The power to see a story unfold on-screen and think, maybe I could do that too.
Julie Powell’s story did that for me.
Rest in peace.