Oh heyyyyyy. About that. Well, we're here now, so let's just move forward.
I want to say life is fantastic but I don't want to overhype anything. Everything's been pretty regular. Except for the everyday epiphany that I have no idea what to do with my life and a constant fear of wasting my "prime years". Woah. Too personal, too fast? Just use a trite but somewhat true phrase that pretty much covers everything? Be vague but honest? "I'm still figuring things out."
During my figuring sessions, I remembered something a friend and I simultaneously yet separately concluded in our college years: We have too many hobbies. We dabbled in anything we found entertaining: from animation to spoken word to custom shoe design to bread making. I think he then decided to focus on a couple hobbies and hone his skills to turn it into a career. I, on the other hand, just kept prancing around. I never got "really good" at anything. I kept pursuing the stable career path I set on pre-college because I was so deep into that hole it didn't make sense for me to climb out and start digging another one. If you think this story is going to turn into a "but I worked hard and now I'm doing what I love and loving what I do and making enough to support my small family" kind of post, spoiler alert: I'm still figuring things out.
I thought I wanted to work towards turning my artsy and crafty skills into an income-producing full-time gig, but I just couldn't see it happening. Not now, at least. So while I'm hurting my brain trying to grow at my day job, I'm still prancing around after hours. You bet I'm tired. But am I enjoying life? I'd like to think so.
All this to say that I'd like to share my hobbies with you. There's a bunch. And I feel like the list is growing so I need a way to articulate and organize my interests (hence, the blog). Not interested? Thanks for listening so far. Interested? Until next time, friend!