Gone fishin'.

It’s pretty crazy the difference 12 months can make. Last year I was obsessed with spinning class and high fashion. This year it’s spinning rods and high tide. On Sunday I went fishing for the first time, and it was surprisingly fun. Of course, I had quite a bit of help, but I did bait the hooks myself and then stab the fish I caught in the face after I reeled it in. And I think I probably could stomach hacking its head off and gutting it, too, now that I’ve witnessed the proper way to do it. I can’t decide if this makes me barbaric or simply practical.