A long time ago I heard a line on a television program that has haunted me over many decades. It was casually spoken by one of the characters. "We are so limited by our preferences," she said.
Some years ago my sister, Paula, took me out to eat for my birthday. We went to a German restaurant about which she had heard many glowing reports. I ordered a hamburger. She was appalled. She did not realize how seldom I ate out in those years, and how very special it was to get to order my favorite food on my birthday. I could have ordered something more daring off that wonderfully varied menu, but I absolutely love hamburgers.
I like to think I have an adventurous spirit, but if you ask me where in the world I would like to travel I am far more likely to say Maine or Florida, or California, than Germany, or Australia, or Argentina. I love the continental United States. I am consistently entertained and stimulated by travels throughout this vast country of my birth. Perhaps it is part of the "if this than not that" type of choices we all face in life.
When I shop I clearly know my preference in color and style. I look for pastel colors, and a square neck, a vee neck or crisp collars for blouses and tops. I'm sure there are some lovely tops with round necklines. They might even look nice on me, but they are not my preference, so I rarely even bother to try them on.
Have you tried one of the internet radio stations, like Pandora, that play only the music you like? They are great. As soon as a song varies from your guidelines you whip off a "thumbs down". And you can register your approval with an equally accessable "thumbs up".
"We are so limited by our preferences." Yes, and no. I would rather see it as the freedom to chose my way over someone else's; the priviledge to be the special creature God made me.... the Katherine who loves hamburgers and America, and crisp collars on her shirts.