I have always wanted to move, no matter where I was. I didn't like it anywhere, and I still don't. Today I read that it might just be that I'm a man, and men want to go. Maybe I'm not alone.
There's a lot I want to do in this life that I have not done. I'm rather upset that I haven't gotten around to doing it, and the frustration sometimes consumes me. And then I'm lost again - I give up and want to sell all my books and throw everything away. Streamline life and live simply. Pick just a couple of things that I say that I do, and forget everything else.
But I can't. Every time I think about shedding my interests I find it impossible to do so. I am the guy with too many hobbies. Can we count?
- Education - I love to learn. This is the catalyst of my affliction.
- Family. It's growing.
- Home brewing. I love beer.
- Computers. My living. Could be broken down into many smaller categories.
- Motorcycling.
- Business.
- Pleasure reading.
- Periodicals (deserves its own listing).
- Movies.
- Gardening.
- Model airplanes.
- Flying (one of those things I haven't gotten 'round to).
- Music. This is big.
- Writing.
- Traveling.
- Language.
- War.
But I won't get around to all of this and it is very frustrating. I have so many interests and I am forced to choose. Does anyone have a suggestion as to what I can do?
Cross-posted at the WordPress blog.
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