Once was, I wouldn't give a second thought about crawling under a tractor-trailer
to fiddle with a grease and road grime covered malfunctioning whosey jiggey,
now I would give it a third thought but would still do it if there was a need for it.
I was telling a friend the other day, "I find I much prefer brushing sawdust
out of my hair over cleaning grease out from under my fingernails".
I've had the same can of lanolin hand cleaner for over a year now.
It is a fantastic stain remover in the laundry.... but I digress.
Having left both of my facades behind, I am free to be me and have found other interests,
more artsy, into which I can pour my creative juices. I love thrift store and grocery shopping,
whereas before I couldn't have cared less for it. Now it is all about the clothes, what matches what,
which can be quite a challenge being colorblind and all. Before, if it smelled ok I wore it.
A bad hair day pisses me off, back then, I was shaved bald. I like motor sports, excepting
go fast, turn left, go fast, turn left, repeat 400 times, always have found that very boring.
I have always liked to play soccer and baseball, never cared for watching it on the boob tube.
Some subtle shifts maybe, no major pendulum swings.
