I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms. - Henry David Thoreau, Walden or Life in the Woods
I went golfing. I am not a golfer, have never been a golfer. I've played lots of mini-golf, but true golf is a bit different. I've also played video game golf, but again, there's a big difference between clicking some buttons and determining one's stance. It can be tricky not to hit the golf ball like a baseball.
I went golfing with my work team. Mostly I drove the golf cart. I knew ahead of time I would not be very good, and I wasn't. But it was certainly a new experience. I prefer to do things (particularly at work) that I know and understand. There is already a great deal of programmer culture to appear that one knows different technologies or programs (whether or not one does).
There's a tendency to want to rest on my laurels, but that's not how I want to live. I want to be doing and trying new things throughout my life, no matter what age.
Then this past week, I stayed in a hotel by myself.
It was one of those things I was struck by. It must sound so odd.
Here I am, a professional woman in her late thirties, and I've never stayed in a hotel by myself before. It's not that I haven't traveled before (I have) or that I haven't stayed in a hotel before (I certainly have). It's just that usually when I travel, I would go with someone else; my kids, my former partner, friends or family. Or, I would travel to a friend or relative's home (by myself) and stay with them. I haven't traveled for work before and needed to stay in a hotel.
I suppose that's why it felt disjointed, I wasn't aware that this would be a new experience, and yet it was.