Busy week, fast story…
You know how you say you’ll never do something for one reason or another, then one day you do that which you said you’d never do and nothing bad happens to you.
And you begin to wonder why you had the self-imposed rule to begin with and you become
somewhat distraught mildly perturbed because you cannot remember why it seemed important to you to not do that which you just did.
That’s what I’m talking about here. All of that.
So what did I do that I said I’d never do?
Ah yes, good question. Thank you for asking.
You see the fastest way to explain what I did is to refer you to the photo at the top of this post. Saturday night I took that photo of a Pear Martini, my new favorite cocktail, while we were sitting at a table in an upscale restaurant. The drink tasted & looked so good that I pushed aside all hesitation and pulled out my cell phone to take a picture of it.
And that is something I said I’d never do.
Early on when I got a smart phone I declared, oh yes I did, that I would never be one of those people who takes pictures of food and drink while in a public place. Yet, as the above photo proves, I am now one of the collective.
Like a Borg, but only for Instagram. Resistance is futile.
Which brings me to an epiphany about who I am now.
While you may think that I’m going to wax on about my wonderful Pear Martini, I’m going to tell you that whilst sipping it and musing upon my arbitrary rule to never snap a food or drink picture in public, it dawned on me that I was caught up in some sort of generational way of thinking that no longer served me.
Who cares if I take a fast photo of a drink? Absolutely no one, myself included.
I caused no harm, I had some fun, and I realized that, with a hat tip to Bob Dylan: “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.”