Uggggh why am I so bad at hobbies? Someone tell me it's just this "stage of life" and that eventually, hobbies will become consistent. Here's the thing... I really want a hobby that is consistent and separated from my work/professional life. Not a hobby like "Oh I serve on a board." That's work. Like a "Hi I Blog" hobby.
This is my relationship with hobbies...
Day .055... Oh, Man! I really want a hobby! That sounds fun!
Day 1... that was fun, love it!
Day 2.. nah, don't set yourself up for too much
Day 3... wait there was a hobby?
Day 7... well it's too late now
Day 9... I don't have time for that hobby
Day 12... But if I'm going to commit to something, I should commit to consistent exercise and eating healthy. Then add a hobby in.
Day 15... I'd really just like a grilled cheese
Day 30... is anyone even blogging anymore? (said as reading blogs for the 5th time that day)
Day 42... should've taken up a hobby, I'm bored
Day 200... well it's definitely too late to take up that hobby again
And so it goes. But I know, I know... 'you make time for that which is important to you' etc etc. Unless you are a millennial and then you identify all the important-to-you things and you just stare at them, frozen, unwilling to make a choice on which to prioritize.
And thus is my relationship with hobbies cemented.
Oh hey, kids.
Remember that day I started as an emotional wreck and ended with a new job and a zucchini bigger than my arm? I do.
It also was the day I decided to start my blog again.
So we'll see how this goes.
I miss having somewhere to write, and I still read blogs like crazy... so hopefully some of you will still read this as well? I like the connection, but I also like having somewhere to document my life and look back. And as always, I promise no quality photos or graphics because hi this is a hobby.
So.
Life lately.
Well, I start a new job in two weeks. Pretty crazy.
I really did not anticipate getting it, and it was a feeling I'll never forget. I was completely shocked. Shocked to get that phone call.
And it was a pretty amazing reminder that you really can do anything.
You can get that impossible job.
You can carry large, obtrusive objects all by yourself to any body of water
and paddle as far and as hard and as long as you need to get yourself anywhere you choose.
If there's a theme: it's that I like being reminded that I really am capable. Like genuinely, capable.
So that's work (and kayaking).
I'm also dating a very nice boy with a dog named after a gay dating app.
Should I be worried?
It's a pretty big dog. He can have a whole post dedicated to himself later.
Ok well let's not overdo this whole first-post-back, ok? Ok.
Have a great weekend!
