Like it says on my little bio here, quitting hobbies is kind of my hobby.
I'll admit, I've been conveniently mum about my pastimes lately.
So it's not like I need to mention it, because I assume it's pretty obvious, but that little flirtation into knitting... Yeah, I'm over that. I knitted a scarf, gave it to mom my and that's that. No more knitting for me.
Of course, in my zeal to embrace the hobby, I bought a knitting book (yet to have the spine cracked), four rolls of yarn and some bamboo knitting needles. All still in the package. (Maybe I'll have a yard sale.)
And my decision to become "addicted" to running, well, that didn't quite pan out either. I think I ran three times. But hey, I was reallly on a roll there for those three days! But that was about two months ago.
While I'm add it here, I might mention I've all but dialed the numbers to tell my dance teacher I'm quitting, but I went tonight after a three week hiatus, just to make sure I was over it. I love it when I'm there, it's just knowing it's on my agenda that makes me want to quit it. But so far, I'm still in.
I have, in my defense, kept up with writing in the daily journal I started January 1. That's 61 days of dilligence. Quite possibly a new record!
1 comment:
Maybe you should just stick with what seems to work for you...quitting hobbies. There's no shame in that, after all, George Costanza was a quitter...he was raised to be a quitter.
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