How do I start this page? Hmm…Seriously, who likes to read the dull “My name is…” speech? No fun. You can get to know someone faster by riding in the car with them, but since we can’t do that, let me list some things that seem to annoy people in the car and how I fit into those stereotypes. Before I begin, if you are only interested in the point of this blog, you can skip down to the text in bold. You are welcome.  

1. The song that never ends. If you ever had siblings close to your age, you probably experienced this. There is the war of the siblings. Who will start first? The better question is, “Who will FINISH it”? If you have yet to learn what I am talking about, it’s the song that loops into itself. There are a few versions that I have personally heard/sung. Version 1: “This is the song that never ends. It goes on and on, my friends. Somebody started singing it, not knowing what it was, and just kept singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends…” Version 2: “Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a padded room. I lived there. I died there. They buried me in dirt. Dirt? Worms live in dirt. Worms drive me crazy. Crazy? …” Version 3: “I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, and this is how it goes…” My middle/high school self was a die-hard. As an adult, I want to, but I can’t hang anymore. I now annoy myself just thinking about it.
2. The DJ that never finishes a song. You know the person. They will change songs either in the middle of the song or wait and do it when there are a good 30-45 seconds left. I promise. I have changed.
3. The person who breaks every 2 seconds. Sorry, dad. 
4. The person who doesn’t want to be an obnoxious backseat driver who is so anxious they decide to consume themselves with a comedy video from YouTube. It’s oddly specific, but give me a break.
5. The person that doesn’t go the zoom zoom speed in the zoom zoom lane. My husband, a policeman, doesn’t get it. I don’t make the social norms, though! 

As for the blog, it’s about hobbies if you couldn’t get that from the title. Here’s the thing. Working a daily 9-5 job will NOT bring much satisfaction to your life unless that is your thing. No judgment if it is, but for me, it isn’t. Lately, I have seen a trend online of Gen Zers giving an honest evaluation of working a 9-5, which includes a lot of whining and crying. Of course, the previous generations are laughing their butts off in reaction to these videos because we have all been there. I remember that point when I was working my way through college at 18 with two jobs. I had a moment where I was crying to a mentor figure, realizing the full effects of the phrase “daily grind.” Side note to Gen Zers: Stop recording these meltdowns and uploading them. Your future self will appreciate that you kept these embarrassing moments in your private life and not available to the world. 

On to the point, the grind sucks. Remember, we do not live to work. We work to live. There is more to your life and who you are than working a job. Don’t allow yourself to be so consumed by the demands of a job that you never actually live your life. (Does anybody hate the rule against passive voice?) Hobbies are a great way to stretch yourself by learning new skills, expanding your comfort zones, and having fun. Yes, it is okay to have fun after work, even on a Tuesday night. 

Every Friday, I will post an honest beginner’s evaluation of a hobby. I am not an expert at anything, which used to bother me. Now, I have come to terms with the fact that I am the textbook definition of a “Jack of All Trades” OR just an extremely distracted woman in her 20s. Are there any other women in their 20s who cringe (Is that what the kids say?) at the word “woman” when it refers to them? 

Hi, my name is Sarah.