You need a hobby.

Right. I need a hobby about as much as an Olympic athlete needs to go for a run after training for 8 hours straight.

Truth is, I’m not sure where to start. If you look up the definition of hobby, you’ll find this:

“An activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure.” (emphasis mine)

So that narrows the list a bit.

No sewing. No quilting. No scrapbooking. No knitting. No handy-craft of any kind because, let’s face it, I can’t use any of those words and pleasure in the same sentence.

So what else?

I like to read, but that’s a necessity, not a hobby. I love rearranging my house and designing crazy renovation ideas, but there is only so many times you can move a sofa, and only so much money you can convince your husband to spend.

And apparently cleaning doesn’t count as a hobby. (Why not? It gives me pleasure….)

So, in short, I turned to writing. Problem was, I didn’t have an ‘outlet’. I would spend the majority of my ‘mindless chore time’ writing all sorts of things in my head. Editorial responses, witty articles, letters to friends, and the list goes on.

Then I had the brilliant idea to start a blog. Not to attract a following, but simply as an outlet for the things rolling around in my head.

So, to whomever reads this, follow if and when you’d like. But I caution you.

I don’t write particularly well. I am not always funny. I am not always witty. I am not always inspirational. I am not always happy (or sad). I am not perfect, but neither will I write about my imperfect moments to make you feel better.

I will simply be me.