Here Today Gone Tomorow
Some people latch onto hobbies and interests that follow them through long periods of time even through out their life. They don’t mind putting in a lot of time and money in their hobby or out side interest and they end up really enjoying it even if there is no personal gain; those are the people that are meant to be in that area of interest. The bandwagon people,like myself, either become interested because they are trying something new or feel they are going to accomplish something from it.
For short periods of time throughout my life I have grabbed on to an interest that got me all revved up thinking I was going to meet all sorts of people that I would become friends with even perhaps meet my prince charming at. I did meet some pretty interesting people but none I really had a deep connection with, none that kept in contact with me once I left particular interest.
There have been things I have gotten passionate about over the last ten years or so like getting to know God and developing a relationship with him. I may have not rolled up my sleeves and dove head first into getting involved with the church activities or deeply bonding with fellow believers but I did get up close and personal with Jesus. My relationship with God/Jesus right now is not nearly as full on as it was not because He backed off but because I backed away.
From out of nowhere I suddenly became interested in motorcycles. I may have liked they way they looked but I had never wanted to learn how to ride one but in y early 40’s I found myself taking lessons and boom I passed and went out and got myself a bike. I was scared to death of it to be honest but I felt as if overcoming this fear and stepping out of my comfort zone I would be able to connect with lots of people and burst from my shyness. Well, some of that came true. All my rides, everywhere I went on the bike and I would push myself to go to places I wouldn’t even have gone in my car, were solo runs. I did meet some interesting people some through the motorcycle ministry at the church, some from online in motorcycle chartrooms. I was still painstakingly shy and on my Toys for Tots run where thousands upon thousands of fellow motorcyclist were I kept to myself. I would do it just to get outdoors and be part of something bigger than me.
I began to lose interest in riding when I tried to balance upkeep for the bike and my car. The object that once brought me lots of pleasure and attention was now becoming a lot of stress. I sold off the bike, paid off the loan and said goodbye to a hobby I thought would last. My head still turns when a nice looking bike roars by but that part of my life where the topic of conversation was about motorcycles , that is gone. There are times when I do miss it like getting up early for a ride through the sugar cane alley near the farmlands taking in all the earthy smells with the sunshine.
There’s a festival that comes around every winter here call Renaissance Fair. I think every state has it’s own name and version of it. My first time going to a renfest fair was back in Massachusetts, it was King Richards Fair. Lots of leather and swords, knights and fairies and medieval stuff which caught my interest at Kings Richard’s Fair. I went a couple times with an ex-boyfriend to the Renaissance Fair here. I was so busy being upset with him I didn’t really enjoy myself. Five years ago I was pulled back into the fair through a budding friend at work. I hadn’t gone to the fair since it moved a lot closer, I had no one to go with so I just never bothered. Long story short; I started to really get into it, even started to dress up and drink up a storm. To me it was a yearly even I looked forward to and my one day there was enough for me. Over the past couple of years though my friend who I went to the fair with well she would get over the top with the fair, I mean over consumed with it. I may enjoyed or somewhat shared her enthusiasm at one time but I think the more she became obsessed with the fair the less would be. She has met up with people working the fair and has gotten herself involved in the fair not as a spectator anymore. I am happy for her because her passion for the fair got her a position in the fair which is something she wanted. To me, it’s just a fair. I haven’t washed my hands of the fair completely, I have lost some interest and I am going today because it’s a spectacular day out and I don’t want to do the same old same old so I am going to go and try to step out of my comfort zone. My friend and I are in an awkward position in our friendship and she’s going to be helping out at the fair today so I won’t have her to lean on during the uncomfortable times. I don’t know if I can pull it off but I’m going try.
What I have taken the long road to saying here is, for some their interests or hobbies take them for short runs and some for life. For me I don’t know what I like or where I fit in yet
For short periods of time throughout my life I have grabbed on to an interest that got me all revved up thinking I was going to meet all sorts of people that I would become friends with even perhaps meet my prince charming at. I did meet some pretty interesting people but none I really had a deep connection with, none that kept in contact with me once I left particular interest.
There have been things I have gotten passionate about over the last ten years or so like getting to know God and developing a relationship with him. I may have not rolled up my sleeves and dove head first into getting involved with the church activities or deeply bonding with fellow believers but I did get up close and personal with Jesus. My relationship with God/Jesus right now is not nearly as full on as it was not because He backed off but because I backed away.
From out of nowhere I suddenly became interested in motorcycles. I may have liked they way they looked but I had never wanted to learn how to ride one but in y early 40’s I found myself taking lessons and boom I passed and went out and got myself a bike. I was scared to death of it to be honest but I felt as if overcoming this fear and stepping out of my comfort zone I would be able to connect with lots of people and burst from my shyness. Well, some of that came true. All my rides, everywhere I went on the bike and I would push myself to go to places I wouldn’t even have gone in my car, were solo runs. I did meet some interesting people some through the motorcycle ministry at the church, some from online in motorcycle chartrooms. I was still painstakingly shy and on my Toys for Tots run where thousands upon thousands of fellow motorcyclist were I kept to myself. I would do it just to get outdoors and be part of something bigger than me.
I began to lose interest in riding when I tried to balance upkeep for the bike and my car. The object that once brought me lots of pleasure and attention was now becoming a lot of stress. I sold off the bike, paid off the loan and said goodbye to a hobby I thought would last. My head still turns when a nice looking bike roars by but that part of my life where the topic of conversation was about motorcycles , that is gone. There are times when I do miss it like getting up early for a ride through the sugar cane alley near the farmlands taking in all the earthy smells with the sunshine.
There’s a festival that comes around every winter here call Renaissance Fair. I think every state has it’s own name and version of it. My first time going to a renfest fair was back in Massachusetts, it was King Richards Fair. Lots of leather and swords, knights and fairies and medieval stuff which caught my interest at Kings Richard’s Fair. I went a couple times with an ex-boyfriend to the Renaissance Fair here. I was so busy being upset with him I didn’t really enjoy myself. Five years ago I was pulled back into the fair through a budding friend at work. I hadn’t gone to the fair since it moved a lot closer, I had no one to go with so I just never bothered. Long story short; I started to really get into it, even started to dress up and drink up a storm. To me it was a yearly even I looked forward to and my one day there was enough for me. Over the past couple of years though my friend who I went to the fair with well she would get over the top with the fair, I mean over consumed with it. I may enjoyed or somewhat shared her enthusiasm at one time but I think the more she became obsessed with the fair the less would be. She has met up with people working the fair and has gotten herself involved in the fair not as a spectator anymore. I am happy for her because her passion for the fair got her a position in the fair which is something she wanted. To me, it’s just a fair. I haven’t washed my hands of the fair completely, I have lost some interest and I am going today because it’s a spectacular day out and I don’t want to do the same old same old so I am going to go and try to step out of my comfort zone. My friend and I are in an awkward position in our friendship and she’s going to be helping out at the fair today so I won’t have her to lean on during the uncomfortable times. I don’t know if I can pull it off but I’m going try.
What I have taken the long road to saying here is, for some their interests or hobbies take them for short runs and some for life. For me I don’t know what I like or where I fit in yet