While listening to NPR this morning, I heard a snippet about a guy who gave up a good career to follow his somewhat unconventional dream. Over the years, I have heard a few such stories. Often, I wished that I could follow in such footsteps, except I cannot for one simple reason:
I do not have just one dream. I have too many.
Never in all of my years have I been obsessed with just one thing. If I did, life would be so much simpler. No, I have always been the person who just LOVES too many things to even count. There is no way that I could boil it all down to just one obsession.
How else can I explain why I devote so much time to Deco, but also have a closet full of medieval clothing? Because I just cannot decide on ONE hobby. (Is this where I should also mention the boxes upon boxes of other hobbies that are clutter my home?)
I love to game. I love to sew. I love to read. I love, and love, and love to do too much. I want to travel, but I also want to homestead. I’d love to work, but I love staying at home. I could go on and on.
Oh, if only it were simpler. But, perhaps, it would not be nearly as much fun. (Teensy bit of diverse evidence below.)
|Anachronistic 14th Century Mama|
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