I’m still kinda wondering about this whole hobby thing… I should point out, I lose interest in things pretty fast – especially if I master it or suck at it. I’m also a bit color deficient. I don’t see shades or hues of colors. Two blues next to each other are going to look the exact same color. As a result, I have a tendency to hate paintings done in pastels.
This tends to rule out coloring, painting, and things like that. I can crochet, but it bothers my hands so I don’t find it relaxing anymore.
I can make beaded jewelry, but I can’t wear metal, so I have to either sell it or give it away to people. Everyone that knows me fairly well has a substantial amount of jewelry I’ve beaded over the years. I enjoy it, but I think if I continue to hand it out as gifts, my friends and family may cut my hands off.
I’m a fairly voracious reader, but I read really fast and now that I write all the time, I find it less enjoyable. I keep finding plot holes (Spoiler alert for Fate of the Furious: No way Hobbs worked with Alana that closely for years didn’t know or notice!) and things like that.
They say if you love your job, you’ll never work a day in your life. It’s a beautiful saying, but it doesn’t hold water in the real world. Sometimes, it is a lot of work. My mood impacts it, this move is impacting it significantly, I just feel paralyzed sometimes when I open the computer. It isn’t writer’s block, I have tons of notes and ideas written down, it’s more like word block. I know what I want to do, but finding the words for it has been a struggle.
I am learning about a new phenomenon which is sort of interesting, I do like to learn. It’s called the Mandela Effect. And I must admit that I seem to suffer some of the mass delusions as others. I remember being quite shocked to learn that Nelson Mandela was being released from prison, because I distinctly remember him being murdered in prison in the 1980s. I also remember Billy Graham’s televised funeral, which is weird, since he is still very much alive.
Ah well, off to work…