I have a friend in New York who is such an inspiration to me. She is an amazing dog mom and a constant wealth of knowledge for how to care for your animal. Thanks to her advice we all survived Barley’s first few months. On top of that, she kicks ass at her job, is a talented cook, fluent in Spanish, an amazing writer and a thoughtful friend. She is multi-faceted, multi-talented and just plain awesome.
Despite wanting to be, I’m not nearly as cool or talented as my friend in New York. I might have been when I was the girl in the photo above, jumping off a cliff into freezing cold water. But along the way, probably somewhere between recovering from mild hypothermia and discovering the responsibilities of adulthood, I realized that the girl above became a bit one dimensional.
So what do I mean by that?
Well when someone asks me what I like to do for fun or what my hobbies are I literally have to pause and think up an answer. My go to responses are “hang out with my husband” or “I like to read.” Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with snuggling on the couch all day long with Chris and Barley, but it probably shouldn’t be considered a hobby.
So, reading and snuggling can’t be the only things that I like, right? And if they are the only things I like, it sounds like hanging out with me is a bit of a snoozefest.
With that in mind, I’m on a bit of a mission. I’m trying new things that scare me (spin class) and rediscovering things I once loved. In the end, I’m hoping to add more life to my life.