Some people need to get a hobby.
Me, I need to drop some.
It occured to me while I was playing Viva Piñata on the 360 tonight, being that it’s a gardening game of sorts, and I’m a real-life gardener… of sorts. My hobbies are part seasonal, part on-a-whim-sical. I especially enjoy outdoor gardening in the spring — but, come summer, I lose interest and miss a few days’ worth of watering and my plants promptly croak. Except the bulbs and the catnip, and I love them for it. Then there’s my winter hobby of candlemaking, and my sometimes hobby of photography, and my hobby-turning-avocation of web design and development. And don’t forget my every-November hobby of writing, and the dozen or so unfinished short stories or novellas on my hard drive. And in my files, from before I even owned a computer.
To think that some people can barely stick with knitting.
Sometimes I feel all enriched and shit — look at me, I can do all these creative things, and I’ve even let some of my talents fall by the wayside (like drawing, which used to be my passion, and music, which used to be my identity). Sometimes I wonder why I can’t be like a “normal” person and only be interested in one or two pursuits.
I wonder if I’m not driven enough to focus on one passion, or if I’m just too interested in everything to pick just one.