Labug.. you read my mind. I was thinking about this last night. It's always been an issue for me that I didn't have enough outside interests.
I love to bake. I really find it relaxing and challenging to learn new skills.
I want to get better at cooking.
I have loved the feeling when I am strong and in shape. I want to push myself to start running again, when my PT gives me the ok.
But this is a big big question for me. Always has been. I think that because of my anxiety and perfectionist issues, I always felt like if I couldn't be perfect at something right away, what was the point. I tried knitting, photography, cake decorating, but nothing seemed worth the investment in time and money. I don't know what my "thing" is. I don't know what sets me apart. My identity was always shaped by my work but I never had enough of a life outside of work. My parents are the same way. They don't have many outside interests that they really pursue.
