What is a hobby? Is it eating, or even doing nothing? I recently was reading a profile on someone, that included likes,dislikes, and hobbies. I thought to myself, if someone ever actually questioned me on my hobbies, would I seem ignorant?
I sat down to check my view counts on a couple of my blogs, and realized a blog was probably overdue. I have mentioned and will probably "beat the dead horse" so many times about never actually penning the words or ideas I feel when I should. But tonight I feel driven. I likely won't feel like this anytime soon again, but here goes nothing. So as a people we have developed hobbies, likely out of being bored. I know I said the B word, don't back out on me yet. Our ancestors, were a busy people, they stayed busy, they didn't do anything the lazy way, they didn't have technology to make it easy or quicker. At some point in our development times became less busy, (I know is that really possible?) but anyway they decided to pick up hobbies. The first hobbies were likely more like jobs and house duties after all, sewing, canning, cooking, butchering the cattle were likely some early or primitive hobbies to some. Today our hobbies, include watching TV, gardening, lawn care, reading books, blogging, Vlogging, tinkering with cars, pet care, and just spending time with our families. I know my previous readers are going to say I am on a tangent again, but to me I felt boring. I mean I watch TV, with my feet kicked up, listening to a podcast once in a while, enjoying some music now and then. And I like being away from home, exploring new places and enjoying new restaurants. Obviously my lack of a very ambitious hobby is probably a result of my raising. I have often said that I want for my child what I never had myself. We did not eat out a lot when I was a child, maybe a take out pizza every week, or a Mc something every other week. My parents both worked hard, my mother working in a factory and my father doing mechanical work. I always dreamed that some day I would be different. I would be that parent that was a friend to their child. I think I am most days, although my child may say different. I try to let them know they are loved, and show affection. I have a bit of social anxiety now and then that is likely a result of my raising as well. I am not comfortable with being touched by people who are not close to me, I feel awkward hugging people who are asking for a hug. There was a time when I was on the ambulance that I really did not mind people, but I have reverted back to being almost anti-social after working an odd shift, alone in the center, only minimal contact here and there from others. No matter what your hobby is, make it count for you, don't let someone judge you for it. If it makes you happy, so be it. Let it shine, make it the reason you get up, the reason you put more into it.
Happy New Year to you all, and I hope you enjoyed this and will follow me for future blogs.
I sat down to check my view counts on a couple of my blogs, and realized a blog was probably overdue. I have mentioned and will probably "beat the dead horse" so many times about never actually penning the words or ideas I feel when I should. But tonight I feel driven. I likely won't feel like this anytime soon again, but here goes nothing. So as a people we have developed hobbies, likely out of being bored. I know I said the B word, don't back out on me yet. Our ancestors, were a busy people, they stayed busy, they didn't do anything the lazy way, they didn't have technology to make it easy or quicker. At some point in our development times became less busy, (I know is that really possible?) but anyway they decided to pick up hobbies. The first hobbies were likely more like jobs and house duties after all, sewing, canning, cooking, butchering the cattle were likely some early or primitive hobbies to some. Today our hobbies, include watching TV, gardening, lawn care, reading books, blogging, Vlogging, tinkering with cars, pet care, and just spending time with our families. I know my previous readers are going to say I am on a tangent again, but to me I felt boring. I mean I watch TV, with my feet kicked up, listening to a podcast once in a while, enjoying some music now and then. And I like being away from home, exploring new places and enjoying new restaurants. Obviously my lack of a very ambitious hobby is probably a result of my raising. I have often said that I want for my child what I never had myself. We did not eat out a lot when I was a child, maybe a take out pizza every week, or a Mc something every other week. My parents both worked hard, my mother working in a factory and my father doing mechanical work. I always dreamed that some day I would be different. I would be that parent that was a friend to their child. I think I am most days, although my child may say different. I try to let them know they are loved, and show affection. I have a bit of social anxiety now and then that is likely a result of my raising as well. I am not comfortable with being touched by people who are not close to me, I feel awkward hugging people who are asking for a hug. There was a time when I was on the ambulance that I really did not mind people, but I have reverted back to being almost anti-social after working an odd shift, alone in the center, only minimal contact here and there from others. No matter what your hobby is, make it count for you, don't let someone judge you for it. If it makes you happy, so be it. Let it shine, make it the reason you get up, the reason you put more into it.
Happy New Year to you all, and I hope you enjoyed this and will follow me for future blogs.