I've found that there are usually two types of couples. The ones that do everything together and the ones that keep their friends and hobbies separate for a bit of space. There's nothing wrong with either of these types, but Michael and I tend to fall in the first category of doing everything together. Michael cooks with me, talks me through baking and crafting disasters, gives me advice when it comes to different projects I decide to tackle and even listens to my thoughts on the books I read. This weekend I got a chance to experience one of his hobbies, hunting. Don't worry, I won't show any dead animal pictures. Feel free to keep reading.
Michael does two types of hunting, deer and duck. My dad has duck hunted for longer than I've been around and when Michael came into my life, he started going with him. I really think they would both like me to experience their hobby, but getting up at 3AM and heading out on a boat in the freezing cold to sit for hours does not sound like my type of fun. I decided deer hunting was more my speed at 2 in the afternoon, decent weather, and a short jaunt from my in-laws house. I could handle it.
I was told hunting involves peace and quiet. A lot of peace and quiet. So much quiet that I was told my camera was too loud. Hmph. It also involves stillness. So much stillness that the nervous leg bounce that I hardly even realize I do became an issue. As I sat there, listening to every creak of the tree being blow in the wind, the flap of a birds wing, and the bustle of leaves under foot of a squirrel I realized something.
My life has been so void of peace and quiet that I can't handle it anymore. I sat there thinking about all the things I could be doing and how nice it would be to have a bottle of wine. I wanted to start a million conversations that we have been putting off having because we just haven't had the time. I wanted to make lists. I thought of how nice it would be to knit so I could keep my hands busy.
I dusted off my kindle, literally, and tried to jump back into a book I hadn't picked up in months. I could not shut down. I could not just enjoy the peace and quiet that I had thought that I so needed. I missed my baby, I longed for wi-fi, and I'm pretty sure my fingers were showing the first signs of frost-bite.
So husband dearest, you can keep your hobby all to yourself. There's no need for us to share every little thing. Plus, I'm pretty sure you just use hunting as an excuse to nap. You can't even make it through a 30 minute sitcom without dozing off. Apparently, I'm just not as chill as I once was.
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