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Don't want to be a resin ball

Resin balls I made in Jr. High shop class. Good old Mr. Ensor. One of my favorite things from the plastics semester. You take these thin glass containers - almost like a christmas bulb of clear glass- fill them with this liquid acrylic and the dye color of your choice. Then add just a few drops of catalyst and wait. A few hours later, the catalyst having done it's job hardens the plastic and you wrap it in a paper towl and gently bang it against the workbench breaking off the glass container. They're beautiful things. Takes me right back to 7th grade.

Seems like we all have catalyst moments in our lives. We catalyze on religion, schooling, foods we like, styles of all kinds, get stuck forever frozen in time.
A friend of mine said of religion, "I think by the time we're in our later 20's we've asked all the questions, we've had all those arguments and we've just sort of answered those issues for ourselves." I think she's right. At some point, the religious liquid hardens and sticks and we don't really change much from there. I think we don't allow ourselves to change, question, or "grow" if you will.
Same with styles. Look at all those people stuck in whatever moment they felt the coolest. Long hair perhaps, maybe short. Beard, no beard. Leg warmers, capri pants, baseball caps, flip flops, whatever the preference, stuck. Stuck in the 70's, the 80's, or still hanging on to grunge.
Then look at those people that don't seem to catalyze. You know that older stylish couple you see out downtown. The ones still taking college courses, or just now learning to snowboard. Those rare "old dogs" that can still learn new tricks. That's who I want to be. I don't want to be a resin ball collecting dust on some shelf.