embark on all those projects and skills I'd delayed doing? Quilting.
Doll and stuffed toy making. Painting. Playing the guitar. Writing.
For many years those activities were touched upon but lightly as my
family, and then my job, took precedence. I'll get to them someday, I
thought, and acquired books, fabric, brushes, and paper for when
there would be more time.
Retirement has brought the time but the inclination is missing. Where
did it go? And was it ever really with me? So many things catch my
interest and I'm clever enough to do any of them decently but as one
traipses up another lopes into view. Do I lack attention span or are
there just too many nifty things available on the You-Could-Do-That
table? Am I destined to be a dabbler (spell that "Renaissance Woman")
and Jill of All Trades?
I envy the experts who spend enough time with a one skill to master
it. That sort of single-mindedness eludes me. I admire the folks who
can make a choice and stick to it while I flit from a project half
done to another dreamed. The time may have come, but like the walrus
said, the talk is of many things.