When I first became a stay-at-home mom, my husband suggested I find a hobby to focus some of my energy and creativity on as I had given up a career that required immense amounts of energy and creativity. I guess he was concerned about the likely helicopter mom I would become if my energies were directed only at Linus. (Which was definitely a smart move on his part.) So, at his suggestion, I started blogging.
Blogging led to other social media. Social media led to other hobbies and those hobbies led to others.
And now, I have so many hobbies, I can't keep up. I became exactly what I accused him of being: a project starter. These days, in our attic right alongside my husband's lure tying kit (he doesn't even fish, people), you'll find fabric for a never made blanket, a jump rope from a weird exercise phase, cans of spray paint purchased for a home project, and lots of little onesies just waiting to be adorned.
Of course, instead of forcing myself to narrow down my focus, I have instead added yet another hobby to the list. Now, not only do I bake, sew, stamp, and home decorate, I also want to learn to take photographs and not just snapshots.
And my husband, well, he's an enabler.
Now, how the heck do I use this thing? Guess I better get started because I think he'd be really peeved if this ended up in the attic next to the fabric scraps and blank canvases.