Another day, another week, and yet another coffee! Today it’s Nicaragua El Limoncillo (a taste of toffee apple, sweetness of caramel, juiciness then a bite of green apple acidity).


Change by KMcCollumBlair

Change by KMcCollumBlair


Sipping my morning coffee I have been musing upon what drives my fascination with change. When embarked upon the adventure of roasting coffee at home I read that there are two types of people, those that like to achieve consistency, the same quality guaranteed every time and then there are those that enjoy exploring the difference, the unknown, the new. I guess I fall into the second category. I’m a baby boomer, born in 1950, the year of the Tiger. I grew up with change, I expect change and I enjoy being a part of the change and shaping it.


When I was a kid there were only three colours of ice cream – white, brown and pink (taste was yet to be invented), I remember us getting television and it wasn’t until I was a teenager we got a telephone. Oh yes  and at the end of the film at a cinema they’d play the National Anthem and you were expected to stand!


I don’t know what memories stick out for you as experiencing significant changes which are now a norm? Not just technological advances, new gadgets, but being witness to the shock of new ways of thinking and doing! Hey we now have civil partnerships, same sex marriage and female priests!


It may seem quaint and surprising now but I remember the scorn and derision surrounding the introduction of the term “Ms”.


I remember watching the first Moon landing. I was working night shift in a bakery, the live screening was on in the canteen, I was fascinated that there was quite a large group of guys who refused to watch on the grounds that it was an American hoax and had been mocked up in a studio.


The London Marathon originally refused to allow wheelchair entrants.  

Things do not change; we change.  ~Henry David Thoreau


As The Demos pamphlet “Eternal Youths”   


Baby boomers have transformed every station they have passed through and show no sign of stopping in old age. As a result we must confront the conceptual framework we use to think about ageing.

Although perhaps a little too much a stereotypical image is of a generation that rebelled against the establishment and existing social order by taking to the streets and which produced the founders of a range of social and political movements from the feminist to the environmentalist to the civil rights movement.  

Contrary to previous generations and myths associated with older people, baby boomers like me are uncompromisingly militant as consumers, more anti establishment, more non conformist, less deferential, less trusting of those in authority and more hostile to organised religion.


I’m also curious as to what stops us making changes or accepting change. The enemy of change is often the paralysis of “should”, our cage of presumption of how things should be. I’m now 30, 40, 50, 60 and “should be/have”…..married, have children….settled down… a career… “made it by now”…retired… It’s not just fear of the unknown but a conceptual prison of our making as to how things should be, a construct of our lives before we even live them. Change is about challenging our limiting self beliefs about how things should be and clarifying how we wish them to be.


Hmmn so now what coffee shall I try next?