When I started writing, I discovered that it gave me ways to look at things I was learning and see if I could share them with other people.
When I tried drawing, I started seeing the structures and forms of things.
When I stumbled into giving my first presentations, I felt the dynamism of structure and conversation.
When I started exploring photography, I found myself looking at light and pattern and tone.
When I learned to sew, I couldn’t help but be entranced by the fabrics and seams of people’s clothes and accessories.
When I got into gardening, I became more aware of the seasons, sunshine, different kinds of plants, and different types of soil.
Now that I’m starting with woodworking, things around me are treasure-troves of lessons about woods, joints, and finishes. There is surprising beauty in a door when you think about how the panels float in a gap so that the wood can expand or contract. The smoothness of our shelves makes me smile.
I don’t expect much of my hobbies—just that they change my world.
How do your interests shape your experiences?