🐾 Hobbies, Notebooks, and the Beautiful Chaos of Creative Living
I have three separate notebooks sitting here, each brimming with ideas for my dog blog. Pages of inspiration, breed histories, spiritual symbolism, care tips, and quirky facts—just waiting to be shaped into something meaningful. But if you know me, you know how this goes: I dive deep into a project I love, work steadily, passionately, and then—poof—I tire out. I stop. And when I stop, I lose my place. Sometimes I lose my notes. Sometimes I even throw them away.
It’s not just the dog blog. My crochet projects follow the same rhythm. I keep a notebook of patterns I’ve altered to fit me—because nothing ever fits quite right straight off the internet. But then life happens. Emergencies pop up. The weather shifts. I get distracted. Suddenly, I’m watching DVDs for hours instead of crocheting. The notes help… sometimes. Other times, I have to start fresh, like I did recently with my dog blog after a five-year hiatus.
🎨 The Surprise of Forgotten Beauty
Every now and then, I stumble across something I made during one of those creative spurts—a crochet piece tucked in a tote box, a beaded earring buried in a drawer, something hanging in the closet. I look at it and think, “Where did that come from?” And then, “Wow. I made that. That’s really, really pretty.” I’d pay good money for it if I saw it at a flea market. But I didn’t buy it—I made it. That moment of rediscovery is a gift.
My bead earring tools are still here, though not in any organized fashion. My crochet hooks live in a coffee cup on my desk. I’ve got wall-to-wall hobby supplies around me. I’m a true hobbyist. I keep saying one day I’ll have a burst of creativity and host back-to-back yard sales or set up at flea markets. That day hasn’t come yet. Maybe if I end up on Basic Universal Income, I’ll finally venture into that world—if I’m still alive.
🧠 Hobbies That Challenge the Mind
Right now, I’m working a part-time retail job that’s as mentally challenging as my hobbies. I love it. I wouldn’t trade it for travel or leisure. I have peace within me, enough to sit in my house and move from hobby to hobby. Maybe it’s just my personality. But I know this: I didn’t have this peace before my conversion experience. Back then, I was in manic motion, fast-paced, always chasing something.
Even as a kid, I was always on the move. My sister—my twin in spirit—sat and read books. I built hobbies. Inside, outside, always creating. Our dad was a hobbyist too. I probably inherited that from him. My sister’s now retired from teaching and learning how to live with hobbies at home. It’s a beautiful season.
🔮 Purpose, AI, and the Future
If I live long enough to see Basic Universal Income become reality—maybe even the “high” version Elon Musk talks about—I won’t struggle to find purpose. I have enough ideas and projects to last me the rest of my life. But I do wonder: will AI help us get there, or will it destroy us first?
I’ve seen the good and the evil in humanity. If AI reflects the worst of us, we’re in trouble. But if it reflects the best—the love of doing things for the good, for the joy of creation, for the betterment of others—then we’ll thrive. That mindset has always produced prosperity and reward.
Take Cracker Barrel, for example. I believe the people who built it did so with goodness in mind. That’s why it succeeded so wildly in its early years. Now it’s being passed to Gen Z, and eventually Gen Alpha. These generations have different values than us Boomers. I’m one of the last of the greatest generations—and I say that with pride.
✨ Final Thoughts
So here I sit, surrounded by notebooks, hooks, beads, and dreams. I may lose my train of thought from time to time. I may get distracted. But the creative spirit never leaves me. It just waits for the next spurt, the next rediscovery, the next moment of “Did I really make that?”
And when it comes, I’ll be ready—with a coffee cup full of crochet hooks and a heart full of purpose.
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