Sometimes I am jealous of my husband, J. When he has free time he knows exactly what he wants to do. A talented musician and photographer, he is never lacking in projects. What he lacks is time… the sob story of parents around the world!
My own hobbies are more nebulous in nature… I do love to sew and knit, but I also go long periods of time without doing either.
Someone asked me recently what I would do with myself if money and time were not a factor. I had a hard time answering the question.
I love to make lists. At one point in my life I had a notebook of lists. Books to read, places I wanted to eat, tasks to do. I loved making the lists and marking them off as I completed them. The week before J and I got married we hung a giant poster board on the back of our front door with a list of things to do for each day. It was very gratifying to see our progress each day and fun, too, to mark the passage of time until our wedding by listing the errands we still needed to do.
I don’t make lists anymore. My iPhone with its notes feature and electronic calendar have replaced my notebook. I miss my lists, though.
I want to keep thinking about my passions and what makes me happiest (besides my family and friends of course).
Maybe I’ll grab a notebook and start making a list. I know lists aren’t really a hobby. But maybe they can be the tool I need to discover more about myself!