Friday, January 16, 2015
Where does that term even come from, 'hobbies'? I'm gonna google it... here we go! from etymology online :
late 13c., hobyn, "small horse, pony," later "mock horse used in the morris dance," and c.1550 "child's toy riding horse," which led to hobby-horse in a transferred sense of "favorite pastime or avocation," first recorded 1670s, shortened to hobby by 1816. The connecting notion being "activity that doesn't go anywhere." Probably originally a proper name for a horse (see dobbin), a diminutive of Robert or Robin. The original hobbyhorse was a "Tourney Horse," a wooden or basketwork frame worn around the waist and held on with shoulder straps, with a fake tail and horse head attached, so the wearer appears to be riding a horse. These were part of church and civic celebrations at Midsummer and New Year's throughout England. Anyway, this girl is a college grad - as I mentioned. It feels really good. I'm telling everyone that because they are asking me and it's the truth. No more homework does not suck. But this is an adjustment, people. Since I was 5 years old I have been in school. And now, suddenly, I'm just not. And my new job lacks the structure that was automatic in school. So blah blah blah, yada yada yada, I'm floating around a little bit. I've been thinking about hobbies a lot. I mean, I seriously hate when people ask me (you know on a first date or something) "what do you like to do in your spare time?" cause the answer always used to be "and what spare time would this be?" because, let's be real, I had very little. Little enough that I spent it on the couch or eating out with my friends or joy riding to Utah Lake (that was the activity of last summer). And so, now that excuse is poof - gone! So what am I going to say when all of these eligible bachelor's ask me what I do for fun? Well here goes: 1) Singing. I have always loved singing. There are videos of me, having flooded the bathroom floor, singing "Sing Sweet Nightingale" from Cinderella (except I only knew those words so it just was a lot of repetition). But I have lost my skill for the most part. And I love it. So I'm going to find a way to get better, find a motivating end goal (like perform at open mic night at the velour maybe?) and do it. 2) cooking. This is just not going to happen unless I make it a goal. It's absolutely not. I don't love eating and I pretty much hate cooking. This is party due to the fact that I feel like my kitchen is kind of gross, but I'm just going to need to deal with that. So there are my two starts. Not quite riding a pony but it's something. Adios for now.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
So that's my email signature. MINE. Because I have a job and I work and I love it. I miss school, but I love this job. LOOOVE this job. The holidays were relaxing and perfect and just what I needed. And I'm ready to get started on this year. I'm sick of saying, like I did in the last post, that surely this is my year. Surely this is the year. Because... I'm just sick of it. But this year is going to be something. I'll be around here a little more I think. Right now, I'm just trying to figure out how to put that e-mail signature on my new e-mail account.... hence the blog post. I needed to make it public property or something. But then I decided to write that
This is a year. It is a year like last year - and unlike it in every way. And that feels better than this is going to be blah blah blah the best year of my life when all my dreams come true.
The word this year is [give]. I'm trying to do that. Adios.