On Change

I secretly like getting sore throats because I'm addicted to Fisherman's Friend lozenges (they are licorice flavored and not for the faint of heart). I basically like winter because it means sore throats, and I get to eat these. And I mean eat.

But, in the process of looking at their website to share them with you, my dear reader, I discovered that there are many new flavors. There are purple, orange, green, a black and white version, and even more that I've already forgotten. I am absolutely divided: On the one hand, I want to try them all--variations on a good thing can mean more to enjoy. On the other hand, I hate change, and what if I don't like the new version? And why change something when it's perfect already? (My favorite line from the film Inheritence, which is based on and has absolutely nothing to do with Louisa May Alcott's first novel, written when she was 17 [which reminds me that I've accomplished nothing in life thus far]: "Why would I want anything to change when I'm already perfectly happy?")