I'll be starting lupron on Thursday... so my mini-wait is over in a bit. I don't know what is going on, but I'm totally tired, but can't sleep at night. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with stressing out about work, but I hate it when this happens. Tonight I'm totally taking some Tylenol PM.
This past weekend, I came to the realization that many of my hobbies, if you didn't know where I live and what I do for a living, would make some people think I was one of those people who want to live off the grid. Top hobby? Knitting. Second? Quilting. Since I've started trying to eat more healthy, I've been baking my own bread and made my first foray into pressure canning yesterday. Sometime this week, my new spinning wheel will arrive (you know, to spin my own yarn?). I've been lobbying for my own chickens for about a year now (I'm thinking I'm never going to sell Aaron on this, but I continue to try).
Would I really WANT to live off the grid? I don't know. I think it would be interesting - like the PBS show where people live like pioneers for months at a time? But I think that I'm more drawn to these hobbies because of the sense to satisfaction it gives. I knit, and in the end, I have a sweater (or blanket or socks or whatever). I spin, and it just is a total relaxation to watch the fiber turn into something. Baking bread, cooking from scratch? Such a great result (most of the time, there have been failures, trust me!) in the end. My job is in technology, where I'll work on something for months, the project will be over, and truthfully, not much tangible is there in the end.
But in all honesty I'm not sure I could give up high speed internet, netflix and cable TV. Or the opportunity to pop out to the store or going out to sushi. Or my peapod delivery! For a vacation, going to a cabin in the woods is perfect. As a total lifestyle, maybe when we retire, but I doubt it. In the meantime, I'll just make Aaron nervous that I'm preparing for the holocaust with my canned goods, yarn supply and home baked breads. I think it keeps him on his toes.