I'm some what more adventurous now, although likely not in the way they mean. I was so incredibly shy in my youth that I would never have met any of you. Now I meet and just don't say anything, but hey, it's a step up.
Actually, I couldn't have done law school 10 years ago, either. And not just because I had another year left on my BAs. I would never have survived the socratic method or oral arguments or having a peer evaluate my article. I'm not great at those things yet, but in the history of me this is quite the adventure.
Actually, since my voice teacher and I are working on preparing me for public performance - solo - that's an adventure, too. I'm fine with a group, but solo tends to make me a mouse if I can see the audience. (Bright stage lights in the face = fine. Hanging out with family and friends = terror).
I'm way more adventurous with food. My dad doesn't like anything even vaguely outside the world of pot roast, so I'd never even had fish until I was a teenager. Now I'll try just about anything. I'm sure there are some things I wouldn't try, but I haven't encountered them yet. I can't say I'd eat a tempuraed prawn head again, but at least I tried it.
I'm fairly open to books, although my time is more limited so I tend to be more selective.
I'm not adverse to a new tattoo, but I don't have anything sufficiently meaningful to ink at the moment.
And music - I listen to significantly less angsty crap than when I was younger. I listen to a lot of swing and piano lounge standards now, but both older and newer artists. If that as a genre makes me a fuddy-duddy, then I guess I'm stuck. I also listen to and perform early music pieces. Is that "old"? Or so old it's back into adventurous?
I'm more conscious of my mortality and I have less of a death wish that I used to, most days, so I suppose there might be things I'm now less willing to do.
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