I wish I could find a hobby that suited me, one I could have time for and stick with and enjoy. I just started a garden, a little square foot garden that I planted a whole bunch of mismashed things in not really knowing the specifics and now I plan to cross my fingers and pray things grow. I'm pretty optimistic, the plants that I had bought already potted seem pretty happy in my little raised planter. I get excited looking out the back window and seeing this project, but if it fails.. I fail too.
I once wanted a jump rope workout book set complete with a jump rope. It's a pretty typical occurrence that I get what I want, something that I feel constant guilt for, but I got the jump rope set with big dreams. I was going to work out and have a rockin' bod all thanks to this jump rope and magical book. Of course, I wasn't planning on jumping out where people could see me, but we had a townhouse apartment that was located on the 2nd and 3rd floor of our building with a sizable balcony. I went home and when no one was around, walked out onto the balcony and as I started to jump, I realized the balcony was actually too small. I went inside since the upstairs was a loft and the ceilings were high, but still not enough room. The jump rope ended up going into a drawer, only to be seen occasionally and I think it was eventually thrown away among our many moves... however it still finds it's way into conversations when I want things and my husband gets to say something snarky like, "Is this going to end up like the jump rope?" Probably.
If I could only remember the rest of the things that ended up like the jump rope, but the jump rope is unfortunately one thing on a very tall order of other big dreams gone kaput.
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