I have betrayed my people.
Actually, not people, rather fish who eat people, but whatever.
Last night instead of watching the opening night of Shark Week I watched the Closing Ceremony of the London Olympics instead.
(I know. Don’t tell anyone, and by anyone I mean the fish.)
I’ve looked forward to and have watched Shark Week for as long as I can remember. How, at age 33 (32? No, 33) did this happen??
Was the Spice Girls reunion that tempting? (Yes.)
A live performance of “Freedom” by George Michael too good to be missed? (You bet.)
The abundance of shark programming out there causing a week designated to such lose its luster? (Maybe.)
Monty Python singing and swaying “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” to a backdrop of shenanigans, including dancing nuns, affirmation that I’d made the right choice? (Absolutely.)
You know me, babies, I like routine. I like schedules. Don’t even get me started on lists.
But, even for your dear ol’ mom here, there’s always change.
Embrace it. Accept it. It’s inevitable.
And quite often, it’s good.