How has your idea of a fun time changed over the years? (Prompt courtesy: https://thecoffeemonsterzco.com/en-ca/blogs/midnight-blogging/journaling-prompts)

Funny you should ask, I was thinking about this the other day. After my Friday “night out” to Meat Draw/Chase the Ace. I was actually pretty disappointed in myself. Disappointed in the way I was dreading going out and socializing instead of being excited about it. And then disappointed in myself for not really having that great of a time.

Sure, it was nice to see my coworkers in a social setting and talk about anything other than work, to get to know each other a bit better on a personal level. But I was different. It was different.

Where did the old me go? The one who loved any opportunity to go out, to be in crowds, to socialize with friends or complete strangers and consume alcohol beverages. What happened to her?

When I replayed Friday night in my head, the words “not my idea of a good time” came to mind, followed by “then what is your idea of a good time?” And I honestly don’t know.

If I answered quick, without really thinking about it I’d say not going out at all is my idea of a good time. Staying in, staying home makes me happy.

But wait, this is not me! I used to be a social butterfly and loved every second of it. I used to be the one organizing girls night out or any excuse for a night out on the town. I was the one coercing the introverts and the people who were opposed to going out, to go out! I couldn’t get enough.

Maybe age changed me. Being happy and content in my home changed me. Having a partner who’s happy and content at home changed me. Being a Mom to a little one all over again changed me. Being a Mom to young adults who are now the ones going out, changed me.

Life changed me. Either that or it’s a natural progression and not odd at all. Not a change but an evolution, an unbecoming. Or a becoming, depending on how you look at it.