My husband, Gerry, and I were sitting here talking, earlier, about hobbies/interests that have come and gone throughout life. I had a period of crocheting, he used to play the guitar, for example. My crocheting period was intense and lasted perhaps two years. There must be piles of round table cloths tucked away in some box back in Sweden. One bedspread too. I could never get back into it again.
We talked about how I used to create little graphics in Photoshop, back when we lived in Quebec. Every night, while watching TV, I made little spheres or flowery page backgrounds. It was almost therapeutic as opposed to all the murders and crime on TV. That little hobby is the one thing I’ve missed, but I can’t get back into that either. I just don’t have it in me anymore. I was sitting around here now, and while thinking about other, bigger questions 🙂 I fired up Photoshop to see if I still remembered how to make a sphere. Well … I did, but it’s not something I’ll spend my evenings doing in the future.
I wonder if I’m the only one who has lost interest in their hobbies?! For me, it’s almost like a pattern — I go in whole hog, it lasts a number of years, and then “Bam! Gone!” Blogging has its ups and downs for me, but it has never fully left.