Church attendance comes to mind, and it’s more a matter of losing interest than outgrowing it. This has created an interesting dynamic, because a part of me misses the ritual and cyclical routine– the seasonal markers that delineate any given year.
But something else has emerged, which is characterized by doubt and fatigue. When we do attend somewhere, the liturgy and message are mostly uninspiring anymore, as if I’ve heard it all before, nothing changes, and its relevance is lost. Certain elements are timeless, but this origin story is relatively ancient, in some respects not aging very well.
And it didn’t help to read Sapiens.