This is the last full week of WEGO Health’s Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge.
Today is all about hobbies.
I don’t have as much time to indulge in hobbies these days however I have had more than my share thanks to lots of “down time” recovering from surgeries.
Typically I go for anything that I can do with my hands if I’m antsy. My room is littered with projects in various stages of progress. Every once and a while I’d pick of a sport like horseback riding and swimming, of course. The garage has been pretty well cleaned out of the rest of my sports related activities (thank God).
A sure sign of post-op boredom for me is wanting to wonder around the craft store and see what I can come up with. It usually ends up me spending at least $30 on stuff I wouldn’t have purchased it I wasn’t under the influence of the deep recesses of my own head (and the occasional painkiller).
It drives my family nuts, but they put up with the lunacy for a little while. It drives me nuts when it comes time to clean it all up after realizing that it won’t just disappear.
I was an amateur photographer for a while. I was one of the founding members of the photography club in middle school, because being the proverbial new kid and band geek just wasn’t enough.
I got into painting in high school. I was one of a handful of students that were featured in the school’s first student organized art show. Why yes, I was one of the student organizers too.
I was into collages and arts and craft kit type things for a little, but that quickly came and went. There’s actually none of that hanging around (a pretty definitive sign that none of that has lingered).
I’d love to sit down with a non-school related book and read but I’m afraid that that would quickly turn into nap time, not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Any free time I have for hobbies gets delegated to a movie, backlog of TV shows, or letter writing. It’s not very sophisticated or exciting but it’s me.
That is unless I have 3 or more days of no homework, shifts at work, or career commitments. Then I’m stalking travel sites for a good deal to take off, literally. Sometimes it pays off to have family making the next great migration south.