Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Monday, September 15, 2008
 
I think it's time for a new hobby. Not that I had an old one. I never really had one to begin with. So, it's time I took something up just for fun and relaxation.

Cooking isn't a hobby. I do it because I know how to. I actually know how to pretty well. Does that even make sense? Plus, cooking to me is part of my life. (I even made a living doing it) I am not a fan of take-out, since most of what we order, I can make in the same amount of time. Plus, most take-out doesn't fit my healthy food concerns. And, when something is part of your daily life, it can't be called a hobby.

At one point, I thought exercising was my hobby. But, since I am a gay man, exercising is kinda routine. I would not call it mandatory. Routine seems more like it. I still teach exercise classes for pay, so it can't be called a hobby. Hobbies are not supposed to make you money. Because, then, they become work. And work is rarely relaxing.

I was going to take some singing lessons as a hobby but every Filipino's dream is to sing. Professionally. So, again, back to the work thing. Plus, I would be too anxious about whether or not I was good at singing. And, again, not so-relaxing.

So, this November, when my place of work is in full-retail-swing and my part of the company is at a lull, I am going to take some sewing classes. I want to learn how to sew. I want to be able to make my own shirts. Maybe some pants. Maybe a cute bag. I think learning how to sew will give me an outlet for my creativity. I don't have high aspirations. I just want to be able to make my own shirts. Maybe some pants. Maybe a cute bag. Maybe, by my birthday, I will be wearing my own creation. Wish me luck. Later.
 
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Good luck!
 
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