Getting used to all my free-time outside of work is something I never thought I needed to get used to. What's the big deal? You go home, make dinner, watch a few TV shows, read a book, go online, etc. and then go to bed, right? Nope. Not me. I did all those things yesterday, and the day before, and the weekend before.
And two weekends ago, as well. I might as well eat the words I spoke right in the middle of my last quarter of college... "I can't WAIT to work a full-time job. The ability to be able to go home from work and have NOTHING to do would be amazing." No feeling guilty because you decided to nap when you could have been doing all those biochem problems, or when you could be reading for that history class...
Now that I'm here, I eat my words. Who knew how difficult it would be to entertain myself? The internet, books and TV only go so far.
I need a new hobby. I have decided among a few alternatives:
1) join a gym (and thus, some sort of class... yoga, kick-boxing, etc.)
2) take up knitting
3) take up photography
4) cook more often
5) find a place to volunteer
I'm trying to set a goal by starting at least one of these by the end of the week. Well, I have already finished one... I prepped to cook beef stew in the crockpot for tomorrow, so I guess I'm one down.
Isn't it sad that I'm complaining about my boring life? Some people work so hard they never have a moment to sit down, and they are still struggling. I guess I need a dose of humility.