Don't Break the Chain, or, Look, a video of someone playing Slap the Bag.

The first conversation I had this morning was about leaving my job (that I love) and moving across the country to start a business in an industry that I have been casually involved in for 11 months.

By the end of the day, I wanted to leave my job, start a business, move away, buy a house, get married, and have a baby.

Yesterday, I wanted to do none of those things.

I haven't felt this creeping quarter-life crisis restlessness in over a year, and I'm having a hard time identifying where it is coming from now. I mean, I'm not going to leave my job, and I'm not going to move. I also won't be buying a house, getting married, or having children tomorrow, the day after, any time in the foreseeable future, or, possibly, at all.

So I need a project or a hobby. The thing is, I don't want to do any of those things a lot of people think of when they start a new hobby.

No, I don't want to hike. I don't want to start running again. I'm not going to buy a road bike and meet you for a four hour ride at dawn on Sunday. No. Just no.

I'm not much of a gardener. I already play two instruments, neither of which I actually play very often anymore. And NO, I DO NOT WANT TO JOIN A GYM WITH YOU.

I like to read, and I'm into the occasional needlework project, which means that my hobbies are about as boring and one-person-only-please as they could get. I also like wine. And I'm OK with wine that comes in a box, so if I found someone who was interested in being the Number 2 in my two person wine club, he or she would also have to be OK with wine that comes in a box. And since I've been an Official Grown Up with an Official Job, I've found that most people don't drink wine that comes in a box because they aren't playing Slap the Bag.

So I'm kind of hobby-less. Tangentially, by the time I was a senior in high school, I had tried on every career imaginable (No, seriously. I wanted to be a masseuse for a couple months when I was 15. And then I wanted to be an air traffic controller, never mind that I would have had to do math.) while I was trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I feel that way now - I'm trying on and ruling out hobbies until I find one that sticks.

(That has kind of been my MO for like, life in general, and I think it's working out fine. Stay tuned to find out how it works with my marriage(s).)

For now, I'm trying on this blogging thing, and it's a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I have nothing to say and no interesting way to say it. In the hopes that it will get a little easier and that my life will get a little less dull the more I write, I'm adding "write something every day" to my list of DBTC goals.

My goal is to "write something every day," not, "write something good every day." And now I'm done with today and Tuesday, May 29, 2012 gets a big old "X" through it.