Wasted Saturdays

The trouble with hobbies is that, if you have more than one or two of them, and you’re the sort of person who curses yourself for not having done something in awhile, it’s remarkably easy to feel like you’re always falling out of practice with one thing while you’re tending to another. If you’re exercising, you’re not reading. If you’re drawing, you’re not exercising. If you’re reading, you’re not preparing a delicious meal with or for your spouse. If you’re out at a movie, you’re not exercising, reading, drawing or sharing such a meal. And so on.

I’m always wondering whether I somehow disservice myself with so many interests. Do I get any better at running or drawing if these are things I do but once every few days, spacing them between other hobbies and the gaming, snacking and napping that ticks away so many evening hours? Or do I merely harbor a remarkably effective guilt-trip cycle, through which when I look at my options for a given evening, I’m always having a go at choice d) All of the above?

I don’t know.

This may have been inspired by and may be about alcohol.

This Saturday, I marveled at how easily a weekend can melt away with the living room television tuned to college football. I marveled, too, at how I can end up watching and enjoying so much of it when I once loathed the sport. (I blame reality TV. I’d take sporting events and a boatload of MacGuyver reruns on USA over episodic shows with no writers any day).

In spite of sports on TV and a (delicious!) beer at the table, I managed to pull a comic strip and a once-around-the-loop (1.5 miles where I live) run out of the day. I like the artwork I ended up with, even if it’s not the least bit funny–even if I haven’t a clue what it’s about. (It was a grammar experiment. Instead of beginning with the first panel and ending with the last, I started in the middle and worked outward.) The run was brisk, cool and easy on the body.

I watched my wife cheer on Wisconsin over OSU, as did I, even if I quite like Columbus, OH. Creativity, exercise, time with my wife … it’s a full day, right? But I can’t help but feel like I ought to be reading another book.


About Jeff Mazurek

My name is Jeff. I am an introverted mumbler prone to fits of creativity. I run. I draw cartoons. I like fish and don't get my hair cut often enough. I am happily married to my wife Sara. She likes my hair short and tolerates my fondness for fish.
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