I’ve spent several hours of the past two nights sleeping on the floor. Not because of visiting guests or temporary domestic dysfunction, but because of my particular commitment to what I suppose I shall call Method Hobbying.
When I get into, or back into, an activity - tennis, cycling, swimming, running, canning, baking - I get very into its accoutrements. I research (and acquire) the Best Thing for the Thing.
And then for some amount of time - weeks, months, very occasionally years - I get Extremely Into the Thing. But though I have exactly the right gear, I do not always succeed at maintaining the interest. Or the time. Or the energy. Or the willingness to be terrible at something.
So here I go again, on the floor in an attempt to match the gear (a sleeping bag, a sleeping pad) to the will (to forgo running water and electricity and a mattress in the name of communing with the outdoors / supporting the passions of people I love).
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