Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I’m Okay With Being a Dilettante~

I’m Okay With Being a Dilettante~

Yes, tis true, I have abundant interests and fleeting commitment. My focus for a particular interest ebbs and flows. I may delve completely into a hobby for a year or six and then leave it totally and completely for a few weeks, months, or years. Yet I always circle back around when the mood strikes. 

I love to learn new talents or skills or bits of information only to flit to the next thing. The only absolute passions that consistently sustain me are shoes, wine, gardening, yoga, family, medieval history and books. 

My serial interests and hobbies are varied. But when one considers that I can love a new outfit the beginning of June and hate it by mid-July I am not surprised by my inconsistency. Perhaps that is one of the reasons my husband and I are so well suited.  We both enjoy revolving and evolving interests.

While I’ve contemplated my mercurial temperament for some time, I’ve been thinking about the Ping-Pong ball that bounces through my mind, which causes me to abandoned projects midway and move onto something else. For some reason, I’ve felt compelled to return to the piano. I haven’t had it turned in 5 years. My husband has asked me why I insist on keeping it in my office. I just knew that it was critical to maintaining my joie de vivre. And yes, a few days ago I decided I needed to start playing again. I am not an accomplished pianist. In fact, considering the years I spent taking lessons as a child, I’m a rather poor musician. But at times it brings me a comfort, peace or solace that is immeasurable. And that is where I am right now. So, I’ve circled back to the piano after a few years of neglect and actually called for an appointment to have it tuned. I’ve been enjoying my evenings of solitude plunking away on the keys playing simple tunes. It carries me away to a place of contentment.

No doubt I will embrace this interlude and then return to sewing 19th Century frocks or practicing wet-plate photography or knitting or shooting at targets or baking bread from scratch or trying something completely new like writing a book. But that is one of the glories of life. Take what you like and leave the rest.


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