There was a time, and not so long ago, that I wanted to learn new languages. I really tried to teach myself Spanish. I knew some people who spoke Arabic, so I tried to learn a few words; I could count to ten! Then I tried to learn some Nepali because I worked with so many people from Bhutan. They laughed at me when I said "Namaste" (Na-ma-stay). At this point I'm content to rely on translators. I don't want to take any cooking classes or classes on pairing wine and cheese to the meal. I don't care to learn about management or getting along with difficult personalities in the work place. I don't want to learn to paint. I guess I wouldn't mind horse riding lessons, if I could afford them. I am going to take a mini class in digital photography next week. But I no longer want to know how to raise my own honey or make quilts or throw pottery. I have wanted to do a lot of things in the past but didn't have the time or money. Now I just don't have the interest. Am I jaded or just worn out? I do belong to a book club, through the radio station. But I have become inactive because I didn't like the selections after a while. And I don't disagree with people very well. I want them to agree with me, because I'm right, you know. I just don't want to do new things while I have so many unfinished projects going on. I want to accomplish some old ones. That will take a while. |