Distractions vs the Real path
I've often wondered if I have a collection of odd hobbies and interests or if I am simply distracting myself. Being ruthlessly curious has pros and cons. Knowing that my brain is wired differently is much the same. When I was a kid and would come home from school, it was: Grab a snack, deal with homework, then my time was my own. College messed with the format, but others around me still found time off on the weekends. I always found myself drawn into other projects that consumed my weekends and non-classtime. Eventually, I found clay and the next twenty years vanished in the blink of an eye. Clay gave my curiosity a place to play and explore, but it also demanded a level of attention that one of my college girlfriends saw as invasive. She referred to clay as my mistress. From her perspective, I could see it. I would get up in the middle of the night, drive half an hour to the studio, just to monitor a kiln. I frequently showed up to our dinner dates with bits of clay stuck to my ...