Changes

I have been doing a lot of thinking.  I think a lot.  All the time.  Sometimes I think about lots of things, sometimes I obsess about the same things over and over.  This blog was one of those obsessive thoughts for the last couple of weeks.  I love blogging.  As  much as I would like to think I blog for others to read (which I totally do)  I also blog for myself.  I love sharing the things I care about (unless it is french fries, I don’t like sharing my food).  I love crafting, but I also love lots of other stuff.  Over the years I have changed, but my interests and the things I have enjoyed doing have more or less stayed the same.  When I was ten, I loved reading, comic books, making stuff, solving puzzles and listening to the radio.  I am 33 and I am still a bookdragon (because bookwork is so meek), love comic books, love puzzles, all kinds of crafts interest me and I am a huge podcast geek.

This just makes my heart explode. #stripes #sockknitting #knitting fortunately I still have another ball left to make a matching pair for the 7 year old who has threatened to take these hostage until she gets her own pair.

I am also passionate about other things.  I am currently a grad student, working on a Masters degree in Psychology.  I have very strong feelings about women’s issues all over the world, but mostly in the Middle East.  I am a foodie, I love good food and I love baking and cooking.  I love art, looking at it, learning about its history and trying to create it myself.  I love traveling, seeing the world and learning about different cultures.  I love photography and stationary.  I have a huge collection of fountain pens and will probably buy more.

Knitty kitty cat hat done. #knitting

I feel that for the longest time, I was boxed in by my own self, tried to compartmentalize my interests into neat little boxes.  I tried keeping the different facets of my identity separate, without realizing I was the one limiting my interests.  I used to think that I went through several identity crisis growing up, but now I realize my identity was quite clear, it was expressing it that was always the biggest hurdle. 

I ❤️ bookstores.

It is time to try new things and love them and talk about them. If you read this blog for the knitting, I hope you stick around and invite me into your world too. 


Comments
  • shimaa gamal May 26, 2015 at 12:52 pm

    I would love to read more about how expressing the identity was the problem not the identity itself 🙂

    • jessyz May 26, 2015 at 2:14 pm

      It is a long story spanning 2 decades.

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