Someone once asked me why I didn’t have any useful hobbies. I didn’t respond to the question. It wasn’t worth my time. In response, though, I have some questions of my own.
What is more useful than learning to see things from other people’s perspectives? Reading does that.
What is more useful than creating something beautiful? This happens every time I pick up a paintbrush.
Lately, I’ve spent a great deal of my free time writing. I mean… what do you expect when your course is titled Writing 101? But writing isn’t all I do.
I love books. Those three words don’t even begin to describe my love for the written word. I count myself among the world’s bibliophiles. To read a book is akin to breathing. As long as I can remember, I’ve been a reader. Nothing has changed over the years. College was awesome because it gave me an excuse to read all kinds of interesting books and get graded for it. I used to be a one-book-at-a-time kind of girl. Now I usually balance two or three at a time. My bedroom has no less than six shelves–all full to the brim. My “To-Read” list is endless. In case you were wondering, right now I’m balancing a book of feminist essays, Love Does by Bob Geoff, and some fluffy YA fiction.
I also love art. One of my favorite places during my semester in London was the National Gallery. Whenever I had twenty minutes to kill, I’d duck in and spend time with Monet and Rembrandt. But my love isn’t limited to viewing art. I love creating it. Like reading, I’ve been drawing as long as I can remember. I got very serious about it when I was eleven and have been striving ever since. A year ago, I picked up watercolors. It’s been a blast learning the ins and outs of the new medium and combining it with my drawings. My work isn’t high brow, art museum level. It’s not even Art Major level. But it doesn’t have to be. I don’t make art to excel–I make art to fill me up.
Reading and painting bring me life. They make me happy and they make others happy. I love giving people hand-crafted art to put on their wall or hold their pages in a book. What is more useful than touching the lives of the people you love?
This post is inspired by an assignment for the Blogging University class Writing 101: Finding Everyday Inspiration.