Got them fooled.
By nature, or by learned behavior, I have obsessive workaholic tendencies. Oh yeah, I have some troubling issues when it comes to what they call "the boundaries." I throw myself headlong into whatever I'm doing, wear myself out, forgo relaxing and recovering and jump right back into whatever needs to be done. "No" is not a word I employ often.
Seemingly all at once, two of my greatest hobbies, which have long been ignored, have accidentally appeared in my path. The first is Photography. I'm what you might call a hack photographer, knowing just enough tricks to give an impression of ability. The second is audio recording and mixing. To encourage my hot wife's music gift, I set up a small 8-track recording studio in our house.
Both of these are great loves of mine that have been mostly cast aside for 15-20 years, not through anyone's fault but my own. They give me life, though. I guess it's part of that whole "sabbath" thing, resting and recovering. Having proper boundaries. Being, more than doing.
I put my hobbies aside for years. It won't happen again.
