So, work, school, sleeping, and meetings are a few ways I stay occupied but what about the rest of the time?
When I drank, my time was occupied and when it wasn't, I didn't care. Now I'm aware and awake and there's only so much I have to fill my time with. Books? Read 'em. Video games? Play them. Phone calls? There's only so much I have to say at any given time.
I need to find a hobby. My problem with this is that I get bored very easily. I always have but even moreso now. I also hate the time it takes to learn how to do the hobby du jour. I'm thinking about learning how to knit. What if all I can come up with is a long string and nothing more? Or I get as far as a pot holder and then it becomes like all the other hobbies I've tried to take up over the years; a single needle in a box (I've lost the other one somewhere along the way) and a ball of yarn the cats have adopted as a play toy.
Excuse me while I go ponder the universe that is my navel.
No comments:
Post a Comment