Reader: "Why would I read this blog? Oh, because I love to travel too!"
or
Reader: "I love fish tanks, I'm so glad there's a website dedicated to the tutorial of how to make interesting tanks!"
or
Reader: "This person is hilarious, I want to be her."
Instead, my blog is a mishmash of life-bits and pictures. I keep searching for a theme. I don't want to turn this into a wedding blog just because I spend a lot of my free time on pinterest, browsing the many details of wedding planning. I am failing at cooking blogs because really, I'm just a recipe-following cook in the kitchen. I failed at an exercise blog because, honestly, I don't do anything remotely interesting fitness-wise (although I did run this morning in 10 degree weather with snow on the ground).
It's also this time of year that I start to think of New Years Resolutions which always leads me to think about my hobbies. I have a lot of hobbies. I talked to one of the teachers I work with and I asked her if she had any hobbies and she said she didn't have time to have hobbies because being a teacher is a lot of work. I felt bad, because I don't like giving up my hobbies. I think my hobbies are what make me an interesting person to talk to and to spend time with. I also always want to try out new hobbies, which leaves me with even less time.
So today, I started to crochet a shawl.
There is no point to this blog entry today, other than to blog about what I should be blogging. This blog took an existential turn on me.
So today, I started to crochet a shawl.
There is no point to this blog entry today, other than to blog about what I should be blogging. This blog took an existential turn on me.