I hate to garden. I hate the smell. It makes me itch, my eyes get red and I get very frustrated.
I could never fish. Not only do I not eat fish I find it mind-numbingly boring.
I am no artist. I cannot draw or paint or sew or knit.
I am not patient enough for meditation but I do enjoy yoga.
I am trying to get back into reading.
I miss photography and have it on my list of things to do more of this year.
I drink tea. Slowly and deliberately.
And I write. I know that when I am prolific I have shit I need to sort out. So I work through it with writing. I just let the words flow without censorship. It's the cheapest therapy I know of.
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