I’m off schedule this morning. Normally, in keeping with my new ‘writing is a business’ attitude, I try to get these posts uploaded on Tuesday night. Unfortunately, Tattoo commandeered my computer for a ROTC project. (We only have one printer in the house and my computer is the one connected to it.) Then I overslept this morning. Again, it’s Tattoo and ROTC related. The future lieutenant left for his first ROTC crucible this morning at 03:30. (That’s 3:30AM for those who don’t do military time.) Since we were awake for his departure, my husband and I decided to go back to bed for a couple hours extra sleep.
Anyhow, as readers of this blog know, I’ve dedicated this year of turning 50 as a year of new experiences. Last Thursday I had my very first. Tattoo and his girlfriend took me out for sushi.
My entire life, I avoided sushi, convinced I wouldn’t like it. Man, was I wrong. I L.O.V.E.D. it! Of course, being forced to eat gluten free made the adventure a little difficult, but the restaurant was more than willing to accommodate me.
My first sample was something called Philadelphia Roll, which as really nothing more than salmon and cream cheese or as I called it, lox and a smear wrapped in rice. Delicious. Emboldened, I decided to go for items that sounded more exotic. After all, this was about new experiences, right? So I ate octopus and some kind of red bean cake. Both were better than the salmon. The verdict: I can’t wait to eat sushi again.
All of this probably doesn’t sound that exciting to you, especially those of you who have been eating sushi your entire life, but for me it raised an interesting question: how many other awesome experiences have I missed out on because I was too nervous to try them? As a woman who was raised to fear the different and the unknown, I am guessing quite a few. I’ve already determined that this year of turning 50 will be the year of new experiences. Last week’s sushi adventure makes me all the more determined to see my resolution through. I’m going to try to break out of my box at least once a month. Doesn’t have to be a big thing – maybe a new type of food or even a trip to someplace I’ve never thought of going before. But I will be doing something, that much I can assure you.
Any suggestions for next month’s adventure?