Sitting in the Hotel Vancouver’s 900 West Lounge, I order a glass of Burrowing Owl (a Cabernet Sauvignon 2005). The waiter (cute) brings the drinks on a tray. The glass of red stands regal amongst the beer and martini glasses. The glass is placed before me. “Thanks,” I say. Its perfection stares up at me. The anticipation of the first sip is killing me. I want to make this moment last as long as possible.
I do love wine – its colour, smell and soul (does wine have a soul?). But once I’ve had, let’s say 4 sips, I lose the essence of the flavour. But I still keep drinking. I don’t quite appreciate its flavour as much, yet I love how it makes me fell. Relaxed.
Disappointment Follows the First Moment of Any New Experience
There is a pattern to my wants. Everything seems so fantastic for a brief time and then it is old again. Or just boring. I’ve seen it, tasted it, experienced it – so bourgeois. Not bohemian at all. That is what I am trying to fix.
Am I just Talking About Wine?
No. I seem to have that problem with many things I begin doing in my life. Am I a diletante? Never becoming good at any one task? I flit around from one idea, task, skill to another without pushing myself.
Yes, I know, according to Malcolm Gladwell, it takes 10,000 hours to master a skill – can I do it? I will keep trying.