The endeavor continues for self fulfillment, a sustainable lifestyle, and containing the contamination breach between my sane and insane mind to a fairly innocuous trickle. Who knows about that last one though? Who knows about any of them? Not me, sure as shit.

Fifteen days into May and this feeling resides within me that yes, I have been kicking some major ass while simultaneously not doing enough. Last time we visited, little beasts and fairies, the selection of a hobby was becoming quite a bother. It seems like the thing to do – some frivolous, but fun activity to take up free time. What could possibly be the problem in just picking something? Once again, I sure as shit have no clue. It’s very difficult being a lizard person, you know.

So what was the next step? What do we all do these days when we don’t know the answer? Well, well, well – here comes the interwebs. Once upon a time we didn’t have the interwebs, didn’t need the interwebs, and some humans have literally always had access to this techno-sorcery. That is weird to me … and I already digress here. I went ahead and looked up hobbies for introverts (on account of me dealing with people face to face all day and doing that in my free time sounds about as fun as a colonoscopy with a ghost pepper). And guess what? I had an epiphany. You know when the lightbulb clicks on above your head and all the fake, florescent illumination shines on your brain pan? It turns out, several things listed I already do on a regular basis. Exercise was one. Reading was another. Then, writing as well.

The only item listed within the 30ish options offered that reached out to tickle my soul and maybe my feet – I like my feet tickled as all lizard people do – was photography. I do have an unopened digital camera that could serve as a starter piece, if I was so inclined. Here was the epiphany though, faithful reader… According to this list, I already engage in hobbies. Is it possible that I’ve been trying to cram way too much into my life? Is it so far off base to consider that maybe nothing has been getting accomplished because my attention is being pulled in so many different directions? Holy crusty crap in a hat! Is it fucking possible that I don’t have to feel so darn guilty about chilling out for a couple hours at the end of a hard day? Because, seriously folks, I have no chill. Anyone that knows me in the real life world knows this. There is some days I may even have negative chill.

In the spirit of not burning out, we will count this as a lesson learned and perhaps not try to force any more activities into the day that simply won’t fit. I will try the photography, actually. If I like it, it will be an occasional dabble in addition to the work, exercising, reading, writing, and interminable house chores.

Are you dabbling in anything fun, kiddos? If not, I highly recommend it. Go out there and kill it.

❤ Ms. Snow