My husband likes to take up a new hobby for, oh, maybe a year or two, and then drop it like a hot cake. But for that one year, he's all in. One of my favorite phases was a few years ago when he started making bread. Baguettes and ciabatta and biscuits galore. Our house smelled so good. But as soon as I settled in, sold my bread machine, and started looking up homemade butter recipes, poof! He was done and on to the next.
Another hobby he tried was photography. For more than a year he was getting up at dawn for photo walks, researching all the hoity toity lenses, and talking about the rule of thirds. I really thought this one was here to stay. Nope. We moved to Seattle and he was on to the next (furniture building, btw, which ended almost before it began).
It dawned on me after our kids were born that the nice camera with all the fancy lenses was just collecting dust in the closet. Maybe I should give it a go? I could document all our adventures and keep the extended family in the loop. Yes! That was it! I would become an amazing photographer! How hard could it be? As an incentive for figuring out the camera, I created a blog. Had to put my breathtaking photos somewhere, right? I'd post the pictures and hey, maybe I'd write a little, too.
Well.
I did write, but I never really used the fancy camera. I mean, iPhones, right? But somewhere along the way, with the blog, I discovered I'm a writer. Who knew? I went back to school for an MFA in Creative Writing and graduated in 2020. For those who enjoy geeking out about this sort of thing: I'm an Enneagram 5 and an INTJ. When I'm not reading or writing, I'm probably throwing pottery on my front porch, or on a pickleball court. I play a lot of pickleball.
A few summers ago we stumbled onto a tiny Farmer's Market in Bremerton. This is where I found Jason. You guessed it. He came home with that hula hoop. On to the next!
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