I’ve written at length about my mom, Nancy, but haven’t given much space to Papa Jolie, who’s obviously shaped and influenced my life in so many wonderful ways. My Concorde-flying, multi-lingual, international-man-of-intrigue daddy was profoundly bad ass, but that’s another story for another medium–the easy merci comes from the importance my foreign father placed on culture, […]
NADINE JOLIE PERSONAL
Since I took Erik’s last name back in March, I’ve been going by Nadine Courtney in the “real” world, and Nadine Jolie Courtney as my pen name. Despite having my new last name on my outgoing email signature, on my business cards, and on my Twitter and Instagram accounts, people still insist on addressing, emailing, and signing me in as Nadine Jolie. Old habits die hard. I get it. But this year has been all about growing up and evolving, so I’m excited for the site–soon to be NadineJolieCourtney.com–to grow and evolve with me.
Here are a few of my September Beauty Favorites, including the Beauty Blender, bareSkin, a Klorane conditioner and L’Oreal Paris eyeliner.
There’s very little that’s more obnoxious than somebody complaining, “Oh, I’m SO busy!”
Really? You’re busy?
I’m busy, we’re all busy. We live in a busy world. Busy is the rule. Busy is nothing special.
But…but…I just need you to understand that I’m VERY busy at the moment. I’m working on even more book edits, am up against a tax deadline on Saturday (yes, that’s right–we delayed our taxes until October yet again), and have been redecorating the apartment. (Among other things. Ohhhh, so many other things.)
Friends and family keep calling and texting, wondering where the hell I am. Meanwhile, I haven’t had an opportunity to post here these past few days–which is a shame, because there’s much I want to discuss…
I realized something basic and silly and obvious while in bed last night:
I AM HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS.
Technically, it might be a third-life crisis, since I hope my time won’t be up when I hit 68, but the fact remains: I just turned 34. I’m a year away from 35, that classic old “holy shit, what am I doing with my life?” milestone. And I work in an industry that, for the most part, is a young woman’s game.