I miss some of the stuff that I used to do, though. I sew, or I did, and I miss the rhythm of cutting and pinning and I miss the sound of the sewing machine. I have to think really, really hard about what I'm doing when I sew, and it is refreshing to be able to completely focus on a task. I always emerge from my sewing sessions feeling cleaner, like I've been meditating for a while instead of actually producing something cute. And my DDs love my sewing for them.
I also miss the painting I used to do. I'm not much of an artist but I do have this nifty easel that sets up anywhere. Putting those colors on a canvas...well, the first few times it takes a lot of nerve to destroy the pristine whiteness. I'm not the first person who thought that--Winston Churchill himself said the same thing!
I used to take a Tuesday morning Bible study, and I think I miss that most of all! The camaraderie was awesome and we had the best teacher ever. But the "problem" with the Disciple Bible studies is that it presses you to do things. In my case, it pushed me to confront my desire to help people one-on-one and my passion for helping teenagers and families. And that pushed right out of the class and into the Professional Counseling degree program I'm in now. Rats.
There are plenty of other things, but it makes me sad to dwell on too much. And it totally ignores the cool stuff I've been learning and the progress I'm making toward a much bigger goal. So, sometimes part of following a path means lightening my load, even if it's only for a season. Something else to think about.