There are a lot of things I used to love that I no longer enjoy.
Bright blue eyeshadow is at the top of the list but there are other things too.
I’m not into sweets like I used to be. I find most desserts (at least the American versions) far too sweet.
My drinking favorites have changed. I was never a ripple chick but I did like the sweeter drinks like pina coladas and mudslides. Today my drinks are less sweet and simpler. Way simpler.
I appreciate a sour balance too. I’ve been known to put a dab of a really good balsamic vinegar on almost anything. Really. Anything.
It’s not only cosmetics and food. (Don’t even start me on hair products! Who decided that banana clips were a bad idea?)
Travel! Going someplace where you don’t live. See new stuff! Try new foods. Experience new sights.
BTW, camping is NOT traveling! At least not my style. Traveling requires a place with four walls, a roof and a sign that says Hilton. (Ok, it doesn’t have to say Hilton but the toilet has to work and I need HOT water! Marriott is good!)
When I was younger I loved to travel. I’ve been to a lot of interesting places. I spent a month bumming in Hawaii when I was young. Loved it. No reservations or agendas. Just bouncing around on recommendations from natives.
Now I am not a good traveler and that is an understatement. The thought of spending any time on a plane gives me heart burn.
Back in the day, it was fun to travel by plane (except for the smoking). Today you become far too intimate with your seat mate for my taste. Body parts bump as a matter of course. You haven’t even met yet and you’re sharing sweat.
On one trip, my seatmate said, “Thank God you’re thin.” I thought it was a compliment until he rolled onto MY side of the armrest and partway into my seat. Ugh!
It’s so much more than that. My body isn’t always in the mood for travel. Sometimes it says, “Not today honey, we’ll try tomorrow.” How do you explain that to a costly plane ticket? (Listen ticket, can we do this next week instead? What? There’s a surcharge equal to twice the original purchase price? Seriously?)
If my colon hears the beloved husband say we’re ready to go, it immediately starts contractions that render me attached to the porcelain goddess for the next hour.
I have learned to enjoy local attractions and short-term visits. There’s a lot of “quaint” in the east coast and then there is the beach.
Coming home to three “happy to see me” cats is spectacular. Well, mostly they’re happy to see me. Some of the time anyway.
I fulfill my travel interests through friends, relatives and blogging buddies who go to exotic places and share stories and pictures.
It’s enough for me. It’s been another passage.