I can always tell when I’m nearing the cliffs of insanity in my mind. I start looking for a hobby. When I was first married and would mention to my husband that I needed a hobby he would try to help me in anyway he could. Now he just rolls his eyes and tucks into what ever task he is currently about. I think it’s a defense against boredom, or restlessness, or depression, take your pick. I’m not sure if it’s normal or not, I guess you the reader can let me know on that one.
No hobby is off limits for me when I get in my searching mode. I’ve thought about skydiving, learning to play the harp, growing bonsai trees, oil painting, cosmetology school (not to work as a hairdresser, just to learn how to do high-lights), and many, many more.
I don’t just think about hobbies I have actually even taken up a few. I was an avid runner for a while (wish I still wanted to do this), learned to toll paint (never wanted to hang anything I painted, way to cute for my taste), knitting, crocheting (still do this occasionally), piano lessons, beaded jewelry, and working with polymer clay. I think there’s more I just can’t remember all of them at the moment.
I’ve never found one that I became passionate about. Maybe it’s good since I’m the primary care giver for small children. If I got too passionate about a hobby my neighbors would probably turn me in after they found the diaper-clad baby crawling down the street for the fifth time in one week.
Anyhoo, I’m on the hunt for a hobby now so if you can think of any interesting ones let me know