Hocus focus ☁️
Last week, I focused solely on my identity as an "employee."
It didn't feel like me.
As a person who dabbles with just about anything, of course I would be part of a local art group.
I haven't drawn anything in a while that's not on my toddler's magnetic drawing board.
And it's all been buses and fish.
The weekend has been a breath of fresh air from the previous week's doom-gloom-the-world-is-ending-will-I-still-have-a-job pressure.
We played badminton with our friends, my wife and I rocking our $15 and $20 rackets.
They feel so nice tho. They even look great. We're casual players, so we don't really care much about the brand, but we did have a preference on weight and such.
Oh yeah. Drawing.
My wife and I met within the local art scene during the pandemic, and most of the art scene then was online and digital. We had so much time for art then.
Our art group, which has been dormant for a while now, was suddenly revived by an art challenge out of nowhere—hence here we are, in between hobbies again.
Which I think is nice.
It's testing our time management skills and stretching our egos far enough that our identities don't just stay stagnant in the "parent" pool.
Focusing is nice for tasks, but our experiences should be loose and not dictated by just one thing. 🎨🏸