When I was single and met new people on a strictly social basis more often the ‘getting to know you’ question that I hated the most was … “What are you passionate about?” It didn’t matter how you asked it, maybe you asked what my ‘thing’ was or what my hobbies were, I was still annoyed. I couldn’t escape it either. It seemed I surrounded myself by people who were passionate about being passionate. The problem was I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t have a ‘thing’ and I held firmly to the opinion that I didn’t need one.

I met someone who made me feel ok about this and I married him. What I later realized is that he, my wonderful husband also has more hobbies than anyone I’ve ever met. He loves hobbies. He is passionate about being passionate about everything.  He’s a computer programmer because he loves computers. He loves airplanes and cooking and physics and photography and who knows what he will pick up next. But this blog is not about him. Instead its about me, and us, and how it took a year but he has finally convinced me that he is right. They were right.

I was wrong.

I pushed against it for a long time but Im here to admit that I want a hobby. I need a hobby. I have free time and I want to get excited about the things I can do with that time. I want to start something new, learn about it and then be good at it.