If Gemini Season were a new hobby … ALL of them.
A season of hobbies, hyperfixations, and half-finished masterpieces. Gemini just calls it Tuesday.
Bought tarot cards. Pulled one. Googled for two hours.
Joined a running club. Never ran. Stayed for the group chat.
Started learning French. Only knows the word for croissant.
Tried stand-up comedy. Ended up in a storytelling workshop.
Revived their Tumblr. For the aesthetic.
Took a pottery class. Made one lopsided bowl. Called it “intentional.”
Downloaded Duolingo. Broke a 2-day streak. Still identifies as multilingual.
Tried bullet journaling. Got lost in sticker research.
Bought roller skates. Never left the hallway.
Researched van life. Booked an Airbnb instead.
Attempted embroidery. Accidentally invented a new stitching style.
Decided to “get into film.” Watched 10 trailers.
Started a playlist series called “vibes.” Didn’t make it past volume two.
Researched birth charts. Now gives unsolicited moon sign advice.
Joined a book club. Read the first five pages and crushed discussion.
Took up baking. Obsessed for 3 days. Now just buys croissants.
Bought a guitar. Learned two chords. Felt spiritually complete.
Dabbled in candle-making. Burned one. Gifted the rest.
Bought a golf outfit. Never made it to the course. 10/10 vibe though.
Bought a sketchbook. Only used it for brainstorming new hobbies.
Signed up for improv. Used it as therapy. Never went back.
Tried knitting. Got bored halfway through a scarf. It’s now a coaster.
Learned one magic trick. Made it their whole personality for a weekend.
Took a dance class. Filmed one TikTok. Retired.
Bought calligraphy pens. Used them to label snacks.
Started a dream journal. Forgot every dream. Made them up instead.
Took an astrology quiz. Decided to become a professional.
Got into mixology. Made one cocktail. Moved on to mocktails.
Tried coding. Built a website. Immediately forgot how.
Signed up for a newsletter. Launched a newsletter. Forgot to write the newsletter.
Anyway, good luck out there.
