Friday, July 25, 2014

The Hobby That Isn't

The Hobby That Isn’t by Natalie D. Richards


As a new contributor to YAOTL, naturally I felt my first entry would need to be The Greatest Blog of All Time.  I had it planned.  It would be equal parts heart-warming, educational, and humorous.  It would cure rabies and fill potholes and produce rainbows in the skies of readers everywhere. 


Seemed doable until I realized I had to write about hobbies. 


Couldn’t be that hard.  Surely I do…something.  A quick scan of my house revealed dog hair on the floor, dishes in the sink, several paperbacks within grabbing distance, and an Old Navy bag with another black shirt I absolutely don’t need. 


This was a slow-spin moment.  Not the good kind where you’re in a field of lilies with background music.  No, this was when I realized I was a living, breathing Target ad.  I felt my identity disintegrating, just melting away like the faces of the baddies in Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

So, I turned to my oldest kid—a precocious ten-year-old who hasn’t yet hit that part of childhood when he decides I’m the devil—and asked if he could think of any hobbies I have.  He oh-so-helpfully informed me that I do dishes and laundry and Oh! I watch him play hockey.

And there I was, right back to melting identity.  There may have been crying.



Who could blame me?  I’m on a blog with people who become one with nature and stretch themselves into impossible yoga poses.  They garden and bake and draw and…why don’t I do those things? 

I guess I scrapbook (though so infrequently my third child probably isn’t sure she exists) and I bake whenever I’m in the mood to eat my body weight in butter and sugar. 

But why don’t I knit hats for freezing orphans in the Ukraine or learn to make hand-thrown clay dishes that I donate to animal shelters? 

Why don’t I try to do something new? 

Then it hit me.  I do try new things all the time. I plan vacations I can’t afford, and paint my nails a different color every week.  I go to new restaurants and cook weird recipes and meet strangers whenever I possibly can.  Because I absolutely love to try new things.



Is that a real hobby?  Maybe not.  But I don’t think anyone should trust me with a pottery wheel, so it’s probably for the best.

8 comments:

  1. Love this, Natalie. Welcome to YAOTL. Also, making a note to buy you a pottery wheel...

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  2. Your new hobby is writing awesome blog posts that make people laugh. Welcome to YAOTL!

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  3. Aw, thank you so much Nancy and Jody! I'm really so happy to be here. :)

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  4. Yes, it's great to see you on this blog. Looking forward to reading your posts! :)

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  5. Aw, thank you, Kristy! I'm so glad to be here -- truly! :-)

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  6. I too realized I was hobby-less when I wrote my post. "knit hats for freezing orphans in Ukraine" that line cracked me up! Welcome to YAOTL!

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  7. I'm so glad you're here, Natalie. This really did give me a much-needed grin-break.

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  8. I'm there with you! I don't have hobbies either. I watch my son play hockey too, though... Heeey now, maybe that IS a hobby. LOL

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