I have been doing a lot of thinking. I think a lot. All the time. Sometimes I think about lots of things, sometimes I obsess about the same things over and over. This blog was one of those obsessive thoughts for the last couple of weeks. I love blogging. As much as I would like to think I blog for others to read (which I totally do) I also blog for myself. I love sharing the things I care about (unless it is french fries, I don’t like sharing my food). I love crafting, but I also love lots of other stuff. Over the years I have changed, but my interests and the things I have enjoyed doing have more or less stayed the same. When I was ten, I loved reading, comic books, making stuff, solving puzzles and listening to the radio. I am 33 and I am still a bookdragon (because bookwork is so meek), love comic books, love puzzles, all kinds of crafts interest me and I am a huge podcast geek.
I am also passionate about other things. I am currently a grad student, working on a Masters degree in Psychology. I have very strong feelings about women’s issues all over the world, but mostly in the Middle East. I am a foodie, I love good food and I love baking and cooking. I love art, looking at it, learning about its history and trying to create it myself. I love traveling, seeing the world and learning about different cultures. I love photography and stationary. I have a huge collection of fountain pens and will probably buy more.
I feel that for the longest time, I was boxed in by my own self, tried to compartmentalize my interests into neat little boxes. I tried keeping the different facets of my identity separate, without realizing I was the one limiting my interests. I used to think that I went through several identity crisis growing up, but now I realize my identity was quite clear, it was expressing it that was always the biggest hurdle.
It is time to try new things and love them and talk about them. If you read this blog for the knitting, I hope you stick around and invite me into your world too.
I would love to read more about how expressing the identity was the problem not the identity itself 🙂
It is a long story spanning 2 decades.