As much as I love that Austin is living out his dream of creating for living, sometimes it gets me down.
As a child, my parents never pushed me to “follow my dreams” or get into any sort of hobbies. So I don’t know what I could do for fun. I’ve tried cooking, I hate it. I’ve tried gaming, after a while I get to feeling nauseous (motion sickness) and I need glasses so everything is blurry. I’ve tried gardening, I don’t like being outside. I hate bugs and the heat. I’m not really a crafty person either. (If y’all have any ideas, comment below or tell me what you’re hobby is!)
Maybe I just haven’t done enough to really find my niche. All I know how to do is work. I’ve been working since I was 16 and never went without a job until recent. (Except that time I quit my job a few years ago and didn’t work for 3 weeks). When I was working, I would work a lot. There was a point where I’m pretty sure I was a workaholic. My thinking was “The more I’m at work, the more money in my pocket”. Since I was at work all the time, I didn’t have time for really anything else.
I do wish my parents were better parents, for many reasons but I’m not going to get into that. I wish they had pushed me to try different things and to find a hobby or something that I had a passion for. If I had started at a young age then maybe I’d have something now or at least be more open minded about trying new things.
Who knows, though, maybe I have found something I enjoy (blogging). 😉