Throughout my adolescence I have participated in a number of activities, otherwise known as hobbies. All of them were short-lived. I tried swimming and gymnastics. I played handball for about a day. I played the flute and the piano. Every time I started a new activity, the weekly commitment soon became a burden more than anything else, and I quit so that I could spend more time doing the things I really wanted to do, such as hanging out with friends telling dirty jokes.
By the time I was about 16 I knew better than to start anything new that was only going to be discarded soon thereafter. I was obviously suffering from an incorrigible fear of commitment when it comes to hobbies. For about ten years the only hobbies I had were those that can’t even really be considered hobbies, such as hanging out, listening to music, eating, sleeping, drinking, and shopping.
This all changed when I started hooping. When I started feeling the hoop going around my waist, I knew that this was the beginning of a more serious relationship. Without hesitation I agreed to start a “hooping club” with Philo after having hooped for only about two hours. Close to a year later, Bay Area Hoopers are going stronger than ever! I have only missed hooping twice so far – once because I had to work on a Sunday and once because I was in Germany. The weekly commitment has not been the least bit of a burden; instead it is something I look forward to every week. And that’s exactly what a hobby should be.