Habitual Hobbyist.
I call myself a habitual hobbyist.
You’re laughing..!
What does that mean??
To me, it means that for my entire adult life, I’ve never dreamed of a career, getting a specific degree, or working a 9-5 job five days a week. I’ve never felt drawn to becoming a lawyer or an interior designer or a vet tech. I couldn’t decide what exactly I wanted to settle down and do for the next 30-40 years. I simply knew I felt strongly about Mental Health…
When I became a mother (at the young age of 20 which is a story for another day), I grew into an adult who found all of my highs and lows through motherhood. Being a nurturer was my career. It was my home.
So here I am, 26 years old now. I have a bit more free time on my hands now that all of my children are over the infant phase. And I’m just here trying to make a “career” out of my hobbies. My passions. My own mental health.
Here is a photo of very Naive Meghann in high school. She had dreams of volunteering in other countries, counseling distraught teens, and living in a vintage Volkswagen van while I traveled the Northern California coast line while writing books and eating vegan meals.
Habitual:
[həˈbiCH(o͞o)əl]
ADJECTIVE
done or doing constantly or as a habit.
Hobbyist:
[ˈhäbēist]
NOUN
a person who pursues a particular hobby.
I woke up one morning called to wander an antique mall. Have you ever been?
The smell of must and rust surround you and it’s all you can focus on. There’s quiet chatter of the locals coming from nearby booths. The tiny, packed away pieces of glass and jewelry are honestly a bit overwhelming. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. You’re standing in history. You can feel the emotions and stories settle into your bones as you breathe in the dust.
When you open your eyes again, you see it. The possibility.
There’s a flutter in your stomach, whether from excitement or the faint smell of smoke, you can’t tell. But you ignore it. There’s magic everywhere.
The forest makes me feel at peace. An antique mall makes me feel nauseous.
You’re laughing again!
Can’t you feel it in the candlesticks, the worn books, the handbags and clip on jewelry? The drinking glasses. The crochet blankets? Someone has used that before. That item has watched somebody’s story unfold from a mantel or a chair back. It’s not the same Amazon decor that every Instagram influencer is chatting about this season. It’s classic. It fills your home with more than just plastic.
Now that I’ve allowed myself to jump into a hobby that actually MEANS something to me, to others, to the Planet, I CAN NOT STOP.
I’ve built my brand around eco-friendly ideals, kindness, upcycling, and historical beauty.
So what is next?
Let’s learn how to dive deeper in with Mother Earth. Let’s go further than silicone straws and vintage coffee cups.
Let’s learn about herbalism.
Come with me?
I’ll have coffee!