According to my blogging calendar which I am employing as a betterment and NOT a resolution, this month is Hobby Month.
I never really had many hobbies. In high school and my initial foray into college I was too worried about being cool and making friends and whatever else.
Now, though, I have found the joy of tedious pastimes.
Crocheting. Knitting. Sewing, now that I have a machine (Lucy screams whenever I try to use it, though, so…there is that). Writing, which I should do more of. Painting, which I admittedly have not done in a long time.
You know what I’ve found, though? Hobbies are damnfruit fun. I love doing these things because I CHOOSE to do them.
Lots of people have said things along the lines of, “Why don’t you set up a booth/etsy/various other mercantile options for your knitting and stuff?” And it makes sense. I should do that.
But here is the ordeal. The VERY INSTANT I become committed to making something (anything), I despise it. I avoid it on purpose and I take 10 times longer to do it than I normally would.
So I don’t do it.
Which, I suppose, is a little bit lazy, maybe selfish.
I can’t help that, though. I yam what I yam.