Now I’m ramping up on a new project at work, and hoping to get my hobbies rolling again. Which is good, because calling what I’ve been doing lately “goofing off” is an insult to goofs everywhere.

Which ties in to something I was thinking about earlier today. Ever since I was a kid, people have been pushing me to live up to my abilities. My parents wanted me to get better grades, my counselors at camp wanted me to get my certifications (it’s like moving up in the Boy Scouts), and my wife thinks I should find a better paying job.

Now, sometimes this is good – everyone can accomplish more if pushed by a good coach – but I think other people don’t always realize that I don’t value what they do. If I were able to work on nothing but I wanted, I’m sure I would fulfill everyone’s expectations. So far, though, I’ve done what everyone said I needed to do instead of what I wanted to do.

And that’s not going to change, because now I have responsibilities that must be taken care of. Thus, hobbies, which may someday lead to paying work. I sure hope so. And it seems everyone else does, too.