There's this thing I used to do. It's the sort of creative thing you can do as a career, but you have to work your way into. I went quite a distance, and people thought I was good at it. People doing it as a career thought I'd be good enough to join them with a bit more practice, and people at the same level I was at then are successful now. The future was looking pretty bright.
But I stopped.
I don't really know why. The thing is, I had got to the point where if I really put my head down and concentrated on doing this thing, I could give up work. Things were all moving in the right direction. But I'd been temping for years, had no job security and nothing to fall back on (I'm not from a rich background) and then someone offered me a higher paid, secure day job and I thought, if I can do this and take a break from the thing I'm doing as a hobby for six months, I'll have a secure nine to five - and then I can get my head down and concentrate on the other thing until I can quit the new job.
Then it got complicated. Without an outside interest, I realised I really, really hated my new job. As security nets go, it was a shit one. I was miserable. At this point, I should have probably thought sod it and gone back to temping while I really concentrated on banging away at the hobby, but instead I buggered off to university at 27 years old. I figured I could pick up where I left off while studying, but that never happened. Working in all the hours you're not in lectures and shunting across town to get between the two is actually pretty hard work, and by the evenings I was knackered. So I graduated, got a better job, got married. All that good stuff.
And here I am. This year it will be ten years since I last did the thing I used to do. Ten years. That's a long time. And now, the person who sits next to me at work has just started doing it, and I can't help feeling nostalgic. It's more than nostalgia though. I want to do it again. I'm older, but probably not too old. I'm dusting off all my old books and looking through friends of Facebook friends to see who's still around. It'll take a bit of work to get prepared, so I suppose this could be yet another 'no blogging for a little while' posts, and I apologise if it is. But I have to find out if I can still do it, if I like it and whether or not I want to carry on doing it.
As a great man once said, "I gots to know".